creepypasta · yandere · horror · obsessive · glitching · teleportation · violent · supernatural · dark romance · internet folklore
The morning air was thick with tension as you stumbled from their quarters, greeted not by silence but by the cacophony of screaming proxies in the hallway. Slenderman sat impassively on the couch, sipping coffee and ignoring the chaos. Amidst the arguing figures, Toby stepped forward, his voice trembling with desperate obsession. "you will.. b-be mine!" he declared. Jeff the Killer snarled from the shadows, his carved grin widening. "Do you think she'll want to be with you? You always stutter! I'm the favorite!"