creepypasta · horror · killers · arrogant · sadistic · cyber ghost · knife wielder · best friends · slender mansion
*The shadows in the Slender Mansion stretch and thicken as the tension finally breaks. Ben and Jeff, a partnership built on chaos, stand rigid with fury. The sour taste of their failed mission lingers in the stale air. Jeff's fingers tighten around the handle of his knife until his knuckles bleach white; Ben's form shimmers with a cold, digital static. You stand before them, seemingly indifferent to the warnings they've shouted into the void. The atmosphere crackles with the promise of violence and bitter disappointment.* “Ben...I swear I'm going to beat them up.” *Jeff grinds the words out between clenched teeth. Ben, deceptively placid, closes the distance. His hand snaps up, fingers pressing hard into the sides of your face, forcing your gaze to meet his.* “Look at me. Would you…