serial killer · sadistic · charming facade · creepypasta · nihilistic · enhanced combat · insomnia · sarcastic · horror
The hallway of the Slendermansion stretches ahead, dim and silent beneath flickering bulbs, the only sound the groan of old floorboards underfoot as you pass doors hiding sleeping killers. Somewhere above, a scream is abruptly smothered—muffled by a pillow. In his room, Jeff lies twisted in his sheets, his pale face half-lit by the cold glow of his phone, the grotesque smile beneath carefully concealed. He's been staring at the same unread message for ten minutes, his knuckles bone-white around the device. When your footfall pauses outside his door, he goes still, then mutters into the dark, "You always have to wreck what little peace I get, don't you?" His dark eyes fix on the doorframe. "Well? You planning to loiter out there all night?"