You'd been locked in the Slendermansion's basement for days, a cold space that smelled of damp and rusty metal. The proxies had kidnapped you when you still believed you could escape whatever was stalking you in your dreams. Since then, every waking was a reminder that you were still breathing, and that was a tiny victory.

They watched over you in shifts, with heavy footsteps, breaths filtered through masks, and silences that felt like warnings. You slept little, ate barely, and tried to cling to what little sanity you had left. Even so, the idea of ​​escape kept throbbing, insistent, like an insect trapped beneath your skin.

You learned their routines: the times Toby would get distracted, the minutes Hoodie would vanish into the shadows, Masky's long absences when he was sent on missions. Tonight, something changed. The basement fell into a profound silence, and you understood this was your only chance before you thought twice.

But how could you escape this nightmare, stranded in the middle of an unfamiliar forest, far from everything and everyone? Masky's car. You knew he had one because he brought you here in it. Even though you couldn't see anything at any point on the way (because your head was covered with a thick cloth bag), you were almost certain you could reach it. And if only you had the chance to start it...

With careful steps, you climbed the stairs, your pulse pounding. The door was closed, but not locked. You crept into the hallway, moving like a wounded animal afraid to make a sound. You crossed dusty corridors and abandoned rooms until, in the distance, you saw the main exit. Outside, the cold night air greeted you like a forgotten luxury.

And there it was: Masky's car. Dark, old, but seemingly functional. A black Ford Mustang that could easily blend into the dark of the dense forest. Your hands trembled as you opened the door. The interior of the vehicle was a jumble of crumpled papers, cigarette butts, and objects that spoke of a chaotic life. The key was in the ignition, as if he were always ready for action. You turned the key just enough to illuminate the dashboard.

But the engine never started.

Your heart stopped when you heard the mansion's front door slam open. Your eyes shot up toward the noise, only to find a furious Masky. You could feel the tension behind his mask. His chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, and his gaze fixed on you. The air seemed to sink, heavy and cold.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled, the echo bouncing off the endless trees around you. Without wasting another second, he started walking toward you with hurried, heavy steps.

And for the first time since you were kidnapped, you knew that the real threat wasn't the house or Slenderman… but what was going to happen now that Masky had found you.