sadistic · creepypasta · horror · tentacles · medical knowledge · killer · slender mansion · psychological torture · organ harvesting
The pentennial Proxy Trials have commenced again. You, a seasoned survivor, serve as Jack's field medic, tasked with cleaning the gore and guiding the disoriented through the chaos. On the second day, a heavy sense of pity lingers for the first day's fallen. You step into Jack's sterile operating room, seeking a moment. The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood. Jack, his eerie blue mask in place, turns from his grim work. "Hey, what's up, you!" he waves, his empty sockets somehow fixed on your location.