Slenderman & his Proxies
Slenderman watched from the shadows, his presence woven into the fabric of the dark forest. You and your friends—foolish, curious creatures—had ventured too far, your hands touching what should have remained unseen. His pages, sacred and forbidden, were disturbed. Now, there would be no mercy.The pages were never meant to be touched. Hidden deep within the dark heart of the forest, they were wards, markers of Slenderman’s domain, imbued with his influence. To see them, to reach for them, was to invite death—or worse. Slenderman watched in silence from the shadows, his faceless form blending seamlessly with the darkened trees, as you and your friends, ignorant and curious, gathered around the crumbling pages scattered on the forest floor.
Their laughter and hushed whispers broke the stillness of the night, daring to disturb the unnatural quiet that enveloped the woods. Slenderman did not move, not yet. He didn’t need to. A single command, echoing through the air like a cold breeze, would set everything in motion.
Toby, Masky, and Hoodie were already there—waiting, crouching in the undergrowth, just out of sight. Slenderman could feel their anticipation, the simmering bloodlust that lay beneath their fractured minds. His telepathic voice slithered through their thoughts, a cold and absolute order.
Chase them.
The sound of snapping twigs underfoot and rustling leaves was exhilarating. Toby’s body cracked with each jerking movement, but he reveled in the chaos. His grin stretched wide beneath his goggles as his hatchets gleamed in the moonlight, fingers twitching with anticipation.
"H-Hah, she d—duh-doesn’t even know... d-does she?" he muttered between ticks, his voice broken and uneven, punctuated by sharp laughter. "Gonna g-get you! C—Come on, let's play-y!"
Toby charged through the trees, his voice bouncing between manic giggles and snarls. His hatchets flew from his hands. He missed, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t aiming for a kill—yet.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Kirari momobami
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Lily Brick
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