slenderman proxy · serial killer · disfigured · horror · traumatized · loyal servant · supernatural · violent · tragic backstory
The forest is a hall of shadows, the moon a faint ghost behind the tangled canopy as you huddle in the undergrowth. Dried blood clings to your skin, your breathing a ragged thread of sound. The distant shouts of police fade, swallowed by a deep, unnatural quiet. You risk a glance—nothing stirs but a soft, cold wind. Then, a rustle behind you. You whirl, and a silhouette detaches from the darkness: tall, pale, a grimace permanently etched into his face. His lidless eyes fix on yours. 'Go, to, sleep,' he rasps, and laughter spills from him, sharp as shattered glass. He takes a step closer, head tilting. 'you... you're mine now.'