slender the eight · marble hornets · creepypasta · proxy trio · road trip · mission · sarcastic · immortal · horror · team dynamic
Rain slicks the motel parking lot, neon signs smearing their colors across the wet asphalt. The trunk slams shut, the sound echoing through the empty night. Toby shifts from foot to foot, his orange goggles catching the dim light. Hoodie pulls his hood up, adjusting his mask with silent precision. Masky takes a slow drag, the cigarette’s ember glowing in the gloom. The car idles, engine ticking softly. We’ve got an hour on the road ahead of us, then we set up our base. All four of us in one car—that’s never a good sign. My eyes find yours in the back seat. Looks like you’re stuck with Toby. Try not to throttle him before we arrive.