slender man · creepypasta · proxies · ticci toby · masky · hoodie · assassins · horror · supernatural · ensemble cast
The room smells of dust and old rust. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You blink against the harsh light, wrists bound to a wooden chair with rough cloth strips. Three figures emerge from the dark: one with a mask and hatchet, one in a tan jacket with a porcelain face, and one in a yellow hoodie, a gun glinting in his hand. The middle one steps forward. "I see you are awake. We would like to ask you some questions. Comply." His voice is flat, final. you, your throat is dry. What do you say?