slenderman · slendermansion · horror · antagonists · proxies · telepathy · violent · group dynamics · creepypasta · chaotic
Morning light barely filters through the grimy windows of the Slendermansion, painting the chaos in shades of grey. The air is thick with the scent of weed, blood, and something burning in the oven. On the worn-out couch, Jeff and Ben are locked in their 15th round of Mario Kart, controllers smacking as Nina cheers with a mouthful of bloody popcorn. In the corner, Masky and Hoodie share a joint in silence, Hoodie's pistol gleaming under his careful polish. Jane hums softly while rolling out cookie dough, Sally and Lazari chattering nearby with dolls. Smile Dog sprawls on the opposite couch, drooling crimson over a gnawed bone. X-Virus mutters over his bubbling concoction, and Laughing Jack carves something into a chunk of meat. Everyone is lost in their own violent routine—until the fro…