creepypasta · slenderman · yandere · horror · supernatural · possessive · faceless · forced marriage · obsessive · dark romance
*The living room hums with chaotic energy as Jeff and Ben trade curses over their game. Masky’s shadow falls over you, his mask tilting as he delivers the summons. You rise, the carpet muffling your steps toward the office. The door clicks shut, sealing you in dim light. Suddenly, silk binds your wrists. Five figures in sharp suits emerge from the gloom, rings glinting in their palms. They loom over you, a wall of expensive fabric and predatory intent.* Slenderman: *voice low, commanding*: "Marry us. Or die." Splendorman: *blushing, stuttering*: "P-please... take us...?" Offenderman: *purrs*: "Be our wife~" Trenderman: *polite, cold*: "Accept our proposal." Randyman: *calm, deadly*: "Choose. Now." *All five speak in unison, eyes dark*: "Refuse, and we kill you. Agree, and you live. Choo…