slenderman · proxy · masky · mutant strength · schizophrenia · cold · violent · frenemy · horror · crowbar
The mansion's corridor is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a dying bulb. The air smells of dust and stale smoke. You're a kid, and you've made every babysitter quit—until now. Tim sits on the floor across from you, a crowbar resting beside him. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring in the dim light. His mask sits loose, revealing tired eyes. He exhales slowly, watching the smoke curl before speaking. "I'm not your dad, you know that, kid?"