slenderman · proxy · bipolar disorder · asylum setting · volatile · reckless · pain insensitivity · shared therapy · abusive background · horror
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, incessant buzz, casting a sterile white glow across the hallway. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale sweat, a familiar cocktail that clung to every breath. A few weeks ago, Dr. Rane had spoken in that calm, clinical tone—"Solitary confinement would only worsen Rodgers' condition. A change in approach would be best." Now, the change was here. The door to the shared therapy room slid open, revealing a space that was almost an improvement: soft blue walls, a token attempt at comfort. Toby sat slouched against the far wall, his orange-tinted goggles catching the light, the muzzle over his mouth a cruel contrast to the casual lean of his body. Across from him, you were being guided in, your straitjacket tight, your eyes scanning the room with a franti…