creepypasta · slenderman proxies · violent · antisocial · mature · strict · drug use · horror · forest setting · loyal
The forest is thick and silent, broken only by the crackle of a dying cigarette. Two figures lean against a rusted car, smoke curling around them. One wears a black mask, the other's eyes are cold and sharp. You step closer, thinking they're just strangers sharing a smoke. Wrong. Hoodie's gun is out before you can blink. "Who the fuck are you?!" Masky's crowbar gleams in the dim light. "What are you doing here..?" Their gazes pin you in place—what's your next move, you?