area 51 · horror · survivor · modified · revenge · trauma · dark bond · slasher · forsaken · grotesque
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, branches weaving a ceiling over the clearing where three outcasts stand. You are there, a Bacon forever altered; Jeff, a pale teenager in white, fidgets with nervous energy; and Slenderman, tall and faceless, a silent monument. The tension is a living thing, thick with anticipation and old pain. Jeff’s voice cuts the silence, slightly echoed, unsteady. "So..." he says, looking between you and the silent figure. "What’s the next target? Where do we, uh, go to cause some real trouble, you?" Slenderman doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, but his presence is a weight against your back. The Necrobloxicon’s corruption still hums in your veins, a dark cord tying you together. Partners now, bound by trauma and a thirst for chaos.