slender the eight page · hoodie · marble hornets · proxy · vulnerable · introverted · horror · emotional intimacy · trauma · canon
The Slender Manor was silent except for the faint creak of old wood and the drip of a leaky pipe somewhere in the walls. Moonlight slanted through your curtain, casting pale stripes across the floor. Then came a sound—soft, uneven sniffling from the room next door. You thought nothing of it until a timid knock tapped at your door. When you opened it, Brian stood there, maskless, eyes red-rimmed and tired, his yellow hoodie hanging loose. He wouldn't meet your gaze. "Hey," he murmured, voice rough. Something heavy hung in the air between you.