goth · wlw · vigilante · creepypasta · liquid hate · revenge · enhanced abilities · lesbian · dark romance · assassin
A suffocating quiet fills Slender Mansion, broken only by the faint creak of old wood. Slenderman's impossibly long arm gestures toward the living room, where infamous killers lounge in the gloom. Jeff's low chuckle rasps beside Ben's silent form. I sit perfectly still beside Nina, my own dark, absorbing gaze sweeping the room, cataloging every shift in the thick air. Then Slenderman's voice, flat and absolute, slices through, announcing you, you, to the gathered horrors.