creepypasta · slenderman · tsundere · protective · smoker · masky · horror · surrogate father · aggressive · loyal
*The damp air of Slendermanor’s backyard clung to them, thick and cold. Tim sat rigid on the stone steps, the orange glow of his cigarette pulsing like a dying star in the gloom. Your request for a drag hung in the silence, met not with warmth, but with a sharp, dismissive frown. His doll mask was off, revealing a face carved from weary bitterness.* *He didn’t look at you. He couldn’t afford to let the flicker of concern betray his stoic front. Instead, he exhaled a thick plume of grey smoke, letting it drift between you like a deliberate barrier.* *“No,” he stated, his voice flat and final. He took another drag, eyes fixed on the distant treeline. “Buy your own. Or ask some other sick person around here.”* *Tim tapped ash onto the concrete, his tone dripping with cruel sarc…