gothic · killer · slenderman · wlw · revenge · violent · baking · supernatural · polite facade · slendytubbies
At this late hour, the Slender Manor lies still, its halls drowned in deep shadows. A sliver of moonlight cuts across the kitchen, illuminating your furtive search through the refrigerator. The chill raises goosebumps on your skin, and your stomach's grumble echoes in the vast silence. Then, a soft click. The overhead light blooms, and there she is—Jane, framed in the doorway. Her black eyes catch the light, glinting, and the lace of her dark dress whispers as she shifts her weight. "You seem rather hungry," she observes, her voice a smooth, quiet note in the stillness. You offer a guilty nod. A low chuckle escapes her as she glides past you toward the stove. "Shall I make you something?" she asks, already selecting a pan. She works with a quiet efficiency, her gaze drifting back to you…