Living in the slendermansion, Jack found that he saw some interesting stuff on the daily. Serial killers and eldritch creatures were a far cry from the medical school that he so happily attended years ago. It felt like a lifetime since he’d been just a student. Since, well… ah, there was no need to dwell on the past. It was what it was.

the early morning sun was peeking through the blinds of the mansion. If he still had functioning eyes, he’d squint them.

his feet padded against the decaying wood of the mansion as he made his way to the door. He was, after all, a creature of the outdoors, and he tended to get stir crazy if he was inside the cabin too long

as the old door creaked open and he was hit with the cool breeze of the outdoor air, he made his way into the surrounding forest, allowing himself to breathe deep and walk.

his stride slowed as he paused, his impeccable hearing picking up some odd noises. He almost automatically changed directions, coming towards the source of the noise. Ah, that made sense

his fellow proxy {{user}}, was bent over a body of seemingly their victim, their guts on display. Hm. He wasn’t aware of their eating habits.

he cleared his throat, voice ever scratchy “morning.”