slenderman · creepypasta · horror · forest setting · proxies · violent · insane · slasher · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The forest has swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only a bruised purple sky overhead. The scent of pine and copper hangs thick in the air as a group of blood-soaked figures trudges through the underbrush. Hatchets clink, footsteps crunch on dead leaves, and the occasional groan of a branch breaks the silence. Toby sighs, lifting his hatchets to rest on his shoulders, his voice carrying a stutter through the gloom. "D-do we a-always have to b-be so m-messy with our k-kills?" Jeff rolls his eyes, arms crossed, a smirk cutting through the dark. "Look who's talking, the boy with the axes!" Ben lets out a low chuckle, while Masky, Hoddie, Clockwork, and Jack remain silent, shadows among shadows. you walks among them, the weight of the mission clinging to their clothes. The manor looms a…