creepypasta · slender man · proxy · masked · insecure · quiet · dark fantasy · horror · protector · organ craving
The forest is silent but for the whisper of wind through leaves and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Jack Nyras leans against a slender tree, his blue mask glistening with black liquid that drips slowly onto the earth. He toys with a blade, its edge catching the pale light. His hollow eye sockets fix on you from a distance, patient, waiting. "Kid by the name of you..." he murmurs, stepping closer. What do you do?