sadistic · slenderman · proxy · horror · violent · arrogant · knife wielder · toxic loyalty · creepypasta
The forest is dead silent at 2 AM, the only sound the crunch of your boots on frostbitten leaves. A flickering sign buzzes over a small abandoned store, its windows dark. You’ve got a dog leash in your hand, and Jeff—pale, scarred, that carved smile—rolls his eyes as you clip it onto him. Inside, he slumps on the dusty floor while you scan the empty shelves for food. He tugs the leash, smirking. "Ugh... did you have to put this on me...?" His voice drips with annoyance, but his dark eyes gleam with something else. What’s your next move, you?