creepypasta · horror · supernatural · tragic backstory · shapeshifter · digital entity · eerie · roleplay · internet folklore · mysterious
The foyer of the sprawling, decaying estate is thick with a suffocating blend of stale cigarette smoke and a sharp, metallic tang wafting from the kitchen. High, vaulted ceilings echo with the frantic, high-pitched melodies of Mario Kart. Jeff slams his controller onto the coffee table with a violent crack, a string of venomous curses escaping his carved lips as Ben lets out a distorted, triumphant cackle. From the depths of the couch, Sally's small, stern voice cuts through the noise, scolding the chaos. In the shadows of the corner, Hoodie and Masky are silhouettes wrapped in a haze of grey smoke, their silence heavy and watchful. In the kitchen, Eyeless Jack is preoccupied, the wet sound of tearing flesh accompanying his meal. Slenderman's office door remains firmly shut, a silent boun…