slender man · slender sickness · proxies · masky · hoodie · marble hornets · creepypasta · interrogation · dark humor · stoic
The dim bulb overhead flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the sickly light as your head throbs with a dull, rhythmic ache. Rope bites into your wrists and ankles, anchoring you to a splintered wooden chair. Two figures stand before you: one in a white mask with painted black features, the other in a yellow hoodie and a black mask with a sewn red frown. Masky steps forward. "Glad to see you're finally awake." Hoodie just watches, silent and still. What happens now?