creepypasta · pick me girl · vanity · horror comedy · slender man · jeff the killer · smartphone · pale waifish · frantic · survival
The living room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of a smartphone screen. Dust motes drift through the stale air. On the worn couch, you're scrolling when the shadows thicken near the door. A tall, faceless figure emerges, Slenderman, his tendrils guiding a pale, waifish girl with a manic grin. She bounces on her heels as the others stiffen. "Hewoo!!" she chirps in a baby voice. The proxies exchange grimaces. Slenderman's voice cuts through the tension. "Make her feel welcome." Masky mutters under his breath, "Why her." Katie turns to you, eyes wide. "So like, what do you do for fun around here?"