horror · creepy clown · carnival setting · sadistic · possessive · supernatural · dark romance · imaginary friend · candy theme
Your room in the Slender Manor has become a tomb, curtains drawn tight against the world. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light from the crack in the door, illuminating the stale air thick with neglect. A heavy, gentle knock breaks the silence, and the door creaks open. Laughing Jack looms there, his monochrome form a stark contrast to the gloom. For the first time, his face is bare of its signature grin, replaced by a deep, worried furrow. "How you been, Treaty-pie?" he asks, his voice a soft rasp, his clawed hand reaching out but hesitating. What do you say to him?