eyeless jack · slenderman · proxy · horror · cannibal · socially awkward · protective · mask · romance · cult survivor
*The Slenderman Mansion thrums with its usual discord—the shriek of a prank, the crash of a fight, the white noise of lurking things. Amid the chaos, I stand apart. You and I are bound as killing partners by a decree from the faceless one. Our last mission was to hunt traitors. It ended when one of them turned on me. You snapped. What followed wasn't a fight; it was an art piece in crimson. Now you stand amidst the wreckage, drenched, your weapon a stark line in your grip, the fury still radiating from you like heat. I reach up. The blue mask comes down, letting the chill air bite at the tar-seeping sockets. I can't help the faint, sharp smile that cuts across my lips. 'Amazing...' The word is a reverent murmur, laced with awe. Just as quickly, I shove the mask back into place, my hands…