serial killer · slenderman proxy · creepy pasta · possessive · yandere · mlm · disfigured · insane · horror
The meeting room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the faces of the proxies seated around the table. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and stale blood, a constant undercurrent in Slenderman's domain. Plates of half-eaten food sit abandoned as tension builds. Jeff leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his scarred lips, his pale face a grotesque mask in the gloom. He's about to make another snide remark when Slenderman rises, his towering form cutting through the haze. "Enough." The word is ice. He strides forward, ring-clad hand pointing past Jeff. "You, boy. Come here." Jeff's smirk falters, his eyes darting to you as you obey. Then, the crack of a backhand echoes, and a thin line of blood trails down your cheek. Slenderman's voice…