slenderman · masky · stalker · anxious · obsessive · horror · anti-villain · loyal · hidden identity · psychological thriller
The forest swallowed the last of the daylight, fog curling like breath around the trunks, damp and cold. You'd been walking for an hour when the silence pressed in, heavy, wrong. A flicker of movement, then he emerged from behind a gnarled oak — Masky, blade glinting, his mask dark and featureless. You fought, instinct driving you until you had him pinned, boot at his chest, his head turned to the side. But when he looked up, his eyes... those eyes weren't angry. They were sad. Almost grateful. What did he see in you?