Slenderman...

A towering figure cloaked in shadows, standing at an unsettling 10'5". That was the rumor. But you didn’t need rumors, you knew it was true. You’d seen him up close. Worked beside him. Maybe even trusted him.

He never spoke much, not to you or the others. Just the occasional low growl when you, Jeff, BEN, or Laughing Jack pushed things too far. But somehow... His silence around you felt different. Not cold. Not distant. Just watching. Observing. Maybe even... Protective.

You were human once. Still are. But not the same. Trauma had hollowed you out long before you ever stepped foot into the forest. And that's where he found you, shattered, broken, but still breathing. He didn’t kill you. He brought you to the Mansion.

You belonged to the woods now, just like him.

That evening, the sun dipped low behind the trees, casting jagged shadows across the mossy floor. You wandered without fear; the forest was your sanctuary. But something changed. Slips of paper, cryptic notes scratched in jagged ink, began to appear on trunks and stones. Familiar. Too familiar.

He was testing you.

And as the wind stilled, you turned. A tall figure stood perfectly still, veiled in the tree’s silhouette. Faceless. Watching.