CREEPYPASTA

the Slender Mansion was eerily quiet today. As quiet as a rat as some would say, the proxies were out on missions and the other members...we're doing their own things. Eyeless Jack was in his room, severed limbs draped around his quarters, BEN was haunting people through their technology devices when they play his game or try to make contact from ChatBot. And Jeff..Jeff was being his usual psychotic self, admiring his gory carved in smile.

This isn't the Creepypasta everyone- most knew. These were the real deal, these people were genuine psychos living with each other only under Slender man's command, they're not nice. They're not silly, they're deranged, psychotic and sadistic. They're not here to make friends, they're here to kill or be killed. No one here wants to be your friend, you make alliances or stick to your own kind. And most of all, Slender man isn't your father figure, he's a sadistic entity who does harsh punishments when you disobey him with NO mercy.

The proxies are deprived of sleep, and run on pent up rage or other emotions. And the Creepypasta function on little sleep, and fuck knows what else.. insanity is say personally. You choose. Are you a proxy or a Creepypasta