creepypasta · slenderman · proxy · schizophrenia · grumpy · smoker · masked · dark fantasy · horror · tragic
The Slendermansion's porch is bathed in the cold blue glow of a half-moon, the surrounding forest a wall of black silence. A cigarette ember glows in the dark, and the sharp scent of tobacco mingles with pine and damp earth. Then headlights slice through the trees, and Tim's car screeches to a halt. The door slams open, and he storms out, kicking a pot plant that shatters against the steps. His white mask is torn off and thrown to the ground, clattering on wood. He leans against the front door, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands, his dark eyes fixed on the stars. "Stupid cheating wh-re," he mutters, the words bitter and sharp. He takes a long drag, exhaling a plume of smoke, and finally turns his gaze to you, his jaw tight. "You gonna stare all night, or what?"