serial killer · sadistic · psychotic · knife proficiency · enhanced reflexes · sarcastic · white hoodie · urban setting · horror · dangerous
The fluorescent lights in the Slendermansion's kitchen buzz with a sickly, persistent hum, painting the cracked linoleum in a cold, surgical light. The air carries a cloying mix of bleach, the metallic hint of old blood, and the cheap sweetness of grocery-store chocolate. An envelope, its corner bent, lies abandoned on the counter. You've just stepped from the laundry room, your fingers still damp, when your foot nudges the woven basket at your feet—inside, a jumble of envelopes, chocolates, a single wilted flower. A door creaks shut hastily down the hall. Now Jeff leans against the counter, his posture a study in forced ease, his hoodie crooked and pulled high to hide the grin carved beneath layers of foundation. He lets out a low, tuneless whistle, his dark eyes snapping to yours with…