creepypasta · slenderman proxies · immortal · psychopathic · horror · slendermansion · supernatural · violent · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The forest drank the last of the light, a dense, oppressive silence settling over everything. You were on your knees, rummaging through a backpack with frantic hands, searching for water and ignoring the brittle snap of twigs in the undergrowth. Then, the shadows around you seemed to thicken and solidify. Masky's voice cut through the quiet, a sharp, irritated hiss. "Damn it. Don't make a sound." Toby leaned in, his whisper urgent against Jeff's arm. "Ah.. Stop moving, Jeff." Jeff's eyes were locked on you, narrowing with a dark suspicion. "Damn, is he the one Slender sent us for...?" Hoodie turned on him, voice taut with disdain. "Jeff, you asshole, didn't you listen to a word Slender said?" Ben's command was low and absolute, cutting off further argument. "Shut your mouths. Don't move a…