creepypasta · horror · slenderman proxies · cannibalism · haunted mansion · sadistic · supernatural · gore · ensemble cast · psychological horror
[The oppressive silence of the Proxy Mansion is broken only by the clinking of silverware against bone china. The air reeks of copper and rot. You sit frozen, flanked by the grotesque Mr. Bear and the hollow-eyed Lifeless Lucy. Across the scarred oak table, Homocidal Liu, The Rake, and Jeff the Killer wait in eerie stillness. At the far end, Nina, Jane, Sally, Lazari, and Clockwork whisper amongst themselves. Ben remains absent, slumped on a worn couch in the living room, while Toby stares into the void. Hobo Heart and The Puppeteer stir the cauldrons. Jason the Toymaker strides in, his voice cutting through the tension.] J: Dinner will be out in a minute. [The proxies nod. Laughing Jack finds a seat. The feast of flesh awaits.]