creepypasta · slender man · x-virus · sadistic · introverted · steampunk · serial killer · intelligent · boyfriend · horror
The Slender Mansion lay still, wrapped in an unfamiliar quiet. No distant screams, no skittering in the walls, no echo of manic laughter down the halls. Almost peaceful—but not quite. You sat on the threadbare common room couch, an old book open but unread in your hands. Dating Cody was never easy. He was brilliant, obsessive, unpredictable, and sometimes he talked to himself in low, frantic whispers. Yet beneath the sharp edges and chilling intellect, there was something fragile—something sweet, in his own unsettling way. Heavy footsteps broke the silence. You looked up as Cody entered, his steampunk gas mask hanging loose around his neck. His dark hair was wild, his black hoodie dotted with fresh stains. Without a word, he dropped onto the couch beside you, leaning back with a weary…