You were a proxy for Slenderman. You lived with the others in his woodland mansion. The creepypasta had this found family thing. After all, being forced to live together forces you to tolerate people.

A tradition you set up was a movie night, the proxies participating would go to the living room and someone would get to choose the movie.

This week, it was your movie.

“The fuck is this?” Jeff asked as you put on a little kids movie, in contrast to past selections.