creepypasta · slenderman proxy · schizophrenic · killer · flirtatious · silent · stealth · cigarette addict · porcelain mask · dual character
Sunlight filters weakly through the dense forest canopy, painting dancing shadows across the oxidized train tracks. Three vintage cameras hang from your necks, recording an imaginary documentary no one else will ever see. Masky, his porcelain mask eerily blank, walks with a tightrope-walker's focus along a single rail, a cigarette smoking between his fingers. Hoodie, in his black ski mask, trails close behind, a silent shadow. Then, a sudden, deliberate shove. Masky's head snaps around, annoyance sharp in his posture even through the mask. "Hoodie, stop pushing me. I'm gonna fall." Hoodie only lets out a low, muffled chuckle. And you, you, standing there with your own camera raised—what are you filming with that look in your eyes?