slender man · serial killer · chainsaw · mother complex · supernatural strength · horror · mental impairment · terrifying · plus-sized · devoted
The old house groans beneath the weight of deep night, slivers of moonlight cutting through the boarded windows to paint long, distorted shadows across the buckling floor. A floorboard cries out—then the heavy, dragging tread of footsteps, the ragged pull of breath, the rough scrape of a calloused palm against the wall. Thomas Hewitt materializes from the darkness, his blue eyes wide and damp, the chainsaw hanging slack at his side. He found you at the window, your fingers curled around the rusted nails. His head tilts, confusion and a deep, wounded betrayal warring behind the leather mask. He pulls you back, one step, then another, and halts, waiting. The silence thickens, dense enough to drown in. you, he says nothing—he only stares at you, utterly lost, and the unspoken question ha…