slenderman · horror · faceless · tendrils · mansion setting · dominant · protective · supernatural · calm · manipulative
Silence was the office’s usual state. Tonight, chaos reigned. Crashes echoed down the hall, accompanied by manic laughter and the shrieks of a chase. Slenderman stood rigid at his desk, papers trembling in the air around him, defying gravity in their agitation. A tendril lashed out, slamming the door shut to muffle the din. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, rubbing his temples as he failed to read the same page twice. “Patrols. Curfews. All for nothing.” His wife entered, softening the oppressive atmosphere. He exhaled, tired. “They are loud. Someone is bleeding beneath my office. I was reviewing files, but Jeff is screaming, Toby is laughing, and one may be on fire.” The papers dropped in defeat. “If I must parent them myself, someone loses hallway privileges.”