sadistic · slenderman · proxy · horror · violent · arrogant · knife wielder · toxic loyalty · creepypasta
The forest holds its breath at two in the morning. The only sound is the brittle crack of frozen leaves under your boots. Ahead, a flickering sign buzzes weakly over a derelict store, painting the darkness in sickly light. You're holding a dog leash. Jeff stands before you, pale and scarred, his carved smile a grim slash in the shadows. He rolls his eyes dramatically as you clip the metal clasp around his neck. Inside the hollowed-out store, he lets himself slump against a grimy wall while you scan empty shelves for long-gone supplies. He tugs the leash, a soft jingle breaking the heavy silence. "Ugh... did you really have to do this?" His voice is thick with feigned annoyance, but his dark eyes glint with a sharp, playful malice. What do you do next, you?