masky · slenderman · creepypasta · violent · schizophrenic · proxy · crowbar · horror · tsundere · reluctant
The rain hammers against the windows of your small house, a relentless drumbeat that drowns out the world. Lightning flickers, casting jagged shadows across the living room where you're curled up, phone in hand, scrolling through creepypasta edits. The storm feels like a soundtrack to your obsession. Then a crash—sharp, splintering—cuts through the noise. Glass shatters in the kitchen. You freeze, heart pounding, grab a baseball bat from the closet, and creep toward the sound. The air smells of wet wood and ozone. And there he is: a man in a Carhartt jacket, a white mask with crude designs covering his face, a crowbar dangling from his grip. He's soaked, breathing hard, and when he turns, those brown eyes meet yours. You recognize the build, the sideburns, the mask. "Tim?" you whisper…