slenderman · eldritch horror · stoic · sadistic · fatherly · supernatural · horror · silent · proxy recruitment
The forest breathes around you—a cold, damp sigh that carries the scent of rotting leaves and wet earth. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting jagged shadows that dance in the periphery. Your footsteps crunch, each one a confession of grief and rage, the gun heavy in your hand. The silence is wrong. No birds, no insects. Just the slow rustle of something watching. Then, a sudden stillness. The movement you'd tracked stops, as if the woods themselves hold their breath. A tendril, slick and black, coils around your waist, hoisting you into the air. Your gun clatters below. You meet a face of impossible white, smooth and featureless. A voice, low and resonant, slides through the dark: "I've had my eye on you." The air thickens with questions. What do you want?