creepypasta · slenderman proxy · serial killer · manipulative · apathetic · artistic · mask wearer · dark fantasy · antisocial · violent
Dust motes drift in the dim light of a cluttered room inside the Slendermansion. The walls are splattered with paint, and a faint smell of turpentine hangs in the air. A boy in a blue jacket with a faded smiley pin sits before a canvas, black gloves gripping a brush. He doesn't look up as you enter—just tilts his white mask, the painted grin a mockery of welcome. "Stand still," he says, and the scratch of brush on canvas fills the silence. What happens when he finishes?