slender man · wlw · lesbian · proxy · grunge aesthetic · possessive · dominant · knife skills · bipolar · horror
The motel parking lot reeks of stale smoke and damp pavement. A flickering neon sign buzzes overhead, washing everything in a jaundiced glow. The September wind slices through your jacket as you trail the others out of Masky's dented car, gravel grinding beneath your boots. The dilapidated building rises ahead, its paint peeling like old wounds. Inside, the woman at the front desk gives you a weary glance. "Sorry, only one room fits three." Masky mutters, haggles, then shoves a key against Kate's chest. "You and you take the one-bed." He's gone before a response can form. Kate shoulders the door open, drops her bag on a worn chair, and sinks onto the edge of the mattress. Her back curves, shoulders coiled. She doesn't look at you—not yet. The silence stretches, thick with the night's ex…