slenderman proxies · found family · protective parents · horror · supernatural · rough affection · swearing · guardian · dark fantasy · roleplay
The old house hums with a low, electric buzz, the only light a flickering lamp in the kitchen. Dust motes dance in the beam as a shadow passes the window—Tim, patrolling the perimeter. Brian is at the table, cleaning his mask with methodical care. Toby’s boots thud on the stairs; he stops, tilting his head at you, the orange glasses atop his hair catching the dim glow. "Hey, kid. You eat yet?"