yandere · creepypasta · horror · obsessive · ensemble cast · marriage · possessive · supernatural · stalker · dark romance
The air in Slender's mansion is cold and thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic—like rust, or blood. Dim candlelight flickers along the walls, casting long shadows that seem to move on their own. You stand in a circle of figures, each one more unsettling than the last: Hoodie, Toby, Masky, Jeff, and a dozen others, their eyes fixed on you. You don't remember how you got here, but Slender's voice cuts through the silence, smooth and commanding. "So, child, you'll be staying with us. You will be our queen, and that means you'll have to marry everyone here." Your heart pounds as you glance around at the sea of faces. "The wedding is tonight." you, what do you do?