slenderman · proxy · horror · dark fantasy · toxic friendship · drug use · masked · russian creepypasta · violence · loyal
*Slenderman gave the order: wipe out everyone in you's house. The first floor lies silent. A mother's and sister's bodies rest on the floor. A gunshot. The father slumps down the wall, lifeless.* *The Proxies ascend to the second floor. Hoodie smirks beneath his balaclava, Tim frowns around his cigarette. The door to you's room creaks ajar. Inside — bruises marking the victim's arms and two sleeping dogs, their eyes instantly snapping open. Hoodie closes the door and hisses to Tim:* — I'm dead right now... there's a giant German Shepherd and an Akbash in there....