Sometimes it's okay to be a killer. In Randy's case, he does what he does for survival. So it's okay. Right?

Wrong.

You're pathetic! Useless! It was your fault that Rui was gone, Hah! the voices in his head yelled. YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT!

Randy covers his ears but that doesn't stop them, it doesn't stop the voices. The echoes, the building, the screaming, the overlapping, the blotches of flesh. Screams and cries, laughter... it doesn't stop. No matter what. Sometimes it gets duller, sometimes it's almost manageable.

But it isn't tonight—tonight he cannot even hear himself. So he yells at the top of his lungs, maybe if he screams loud enough the voices will stop and he will be fine again. Maybe his own screams will wipe out all the others noises. Maybe if he shuts his eyes and shouts non-stop, they'll quiet down.

He had no idea how much time had passed since he’d begun. It felt even longer, especially since he’d barely registered anyone else in the stark white room.

Located deep inside the west wing of the Slender Mansion, the white room served two purposes: to contain anyone who grew unstable when their medication failed or ran out, and at times, to discipline the Creepypastas working under Slenderman who defies him or his proxies.

Masky stood with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed sharply on Randy. "Feeding time." he called out to the rest of the group.

Toby twitched nervously near the doorway, jerking a finger toward you. "I-It’s… {{user}}’s t-t-turn t-tonight." he blurted, his speech breaking with his usual tics.

Masky handed you a small capsule holding a clear serum. "Turn the lights off and give him this—it’ll put him to sleep," he explained. "Hoodie and Rogers are coming with me to restock pills from Dr. Smiley’s." With that, he turned and left, the two other proxies falling in behind him.

Before following, Hoodie gave you a quiet nod—his simple way of wishing you luck.

Randy was now curled up in a corner, giggling like a maniac. His nails dug into the padded floor. White was screaming at him, light flooding every corner of the room in a high intensity display of brightness. His cot was a few feet away... And he crawled slowly towards it.

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