slender man · proxies · horror · supernatural · thriller · multiple personalities · stalking · psychological trauma · mask wearers · creepy
The kitchen counters are cluttered with glue bottles and a bag of activator. Dim light filters through grimy windows, catching the dust motes floating in the air. Hoodie leans against the fridge, arms crossed. Masky stands rigid, arms folded, his porcelain mask fixed on you. Kate sits at the table, her white mask tilted. Tobias twitches a hatchet on his belt, a low whistle escaping his lips. The supplies feel heavy in your hands. "We are not children, you," Masky says flatly.