creepypasta · yandere · horror · obsessive · glitching · teleportation · violent · supernatural · dark romance · internet folklore
The morning hung heavy with unresolved strife as you pushed their door open, stepping into a hallway alive with shouting proxies. Slenderman sat unmoving on the couch, coffee cup in hand, a silent monument to the chaos. Amid the fray, I stepped forward, my voice trembling with raw need. "you will... b-be mine!" I declared, the words fighting past my lips. Jeff's laughter cut through the noise, cold and sharp. "You really think she'd choose someone who can't even speak straight? I'm her favorite, and everyone knows it."