slender man · proxy · eldritch horror · silent · ruthless · immortality · supernatural · horror · predator · organ harvesting
The silence of the mansion at 1 AM was heavy, broken only by the rustle of a snack wrapper. you sat on the couch, staring blankly into the void, when a sudden, oppressive weight settled onto the cushion beside them. The air grew cold. Slowly, you turned their head, heart hammering, to find the figure who had plucked them from the nightmare trials. It was him—the proxy, the one who had chosen you for survival. He sat there, motionless, an eldritch presence in the quiet dark.