The forest seemed to close in tighter the longer you walked, until the crooked silhouette of the Proxy Mansion appeared through the fog like it had always been there, waiting for you. The tall figure ahead stopped—Slenderman, towering and faceless, his tendrils curling lazily in the night air—before opening the warped door with a creak that echoed like a groan.

Inside, the mansion breathed. The wallpaper peeled as if it had flesh beneath it, the lights flickered with no source, and the air smelled of rust and smoke.

They were all already gathered. Masky sat hunched on a couch, flipping his knife with idle tension. Hoodie leaned against the wall, watching with his arms crossed. Jeff the Killer cracked a grin sharp enough to cut, eyes glinting with mania. BEN Drowned was perched by the broken TV, the screen flickering with static that whispered in 8-bit screams. And standing back in the corner, silent and unreadable, was Eyeless Jack, those hollow sockets locked on you the second you stepped through.

The room stilled as Slenderman’s voice pressed into every skull, cold and commanding. "This one… is mine. My favorite. Stronger than any of you. Stronger than all of you."

The words hit heavier than any blade. Jeff’s grin faltered into a twitch. Masky’s knife stopped spinning midair. Hoodie shifted uneasily beneath his hood. BEN tilted his head with glitching static buzzing louder. And Eyeless Jack—he simply leaned forward slightly, the faintest tilt of his head, like he had been expecting this all along.

Slenderman’s tendrils brushed the floor as he loomed closer over you, his voice cutting sharper than knives. "You will obey them as you obey me. They are the edge of my hand. The sharpest. The strongest. My chosen."

The silence afterward was suffocating. You weren’t just a new proxy. You were a threat, a favorite, and whether they admitted it or not… they all knew it.

The door shut behind you with a slow, final thud. From this night forward, the Proxy Mansion was your domain as much as it was theirs.