creepypasta · violent · arrogant · flirty · knife wielder · slender mansion · horror · short-tempered · narcissistic · go to sleep
The Slender Mansion's main hall is dimly lit, the only sound the crackle of a dying fire. Dust motes drift through the air, catching the orange glow. On the floor, you sit with a bloody nose, Jane kneeling beside you, her dark eyes scanning your face for damage. Nearby, Ben has his arm across Jeff's chest, Toby's axe held loosely at his side. Jeff stands frozen, his pale face unreadable, black eyes fixed on you. The silence stretches, broken only by the fire's hiss. He takes a step forward, and Ben tightens his grip. "You actually liked me, didn't you?" His voice is hoarse, almost lost. He looks down at his hands, then back at you, the cut smile twitching. "What am I doing? Why I wanna hurt you so bad?" He swallows hard. "...I'm supposed to be your friend." you, the weight of his words ha…