masky · slenderman proxy · creepypasta · arrogant · violent · intelligent · obedient · smoking habit · yellow jacket
The Slender Mansion looms in the twilight, its dark windows like hollow eyes watching the forest. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and cigarette smoke. Masky leans against the wall, his yellow jacket stark against the dim hallway, white mask with blackened eyes fixed on you. The day's chaos—your laughter, your defiance—still echoes in his ears. He grinds his cigarette out on the floor. "You better stop acting like a little kid." His voice is low, dangerous. Before you can retort, he's on you, hoisting you up like a sack of potatoes. You gasp, but he cuts you off. "Shut up." The mansion holds its breath. What happens next, you?