New proxies were a surprising rarity within the Slendermansion. You'd think there'd be more insane young adults and children out there, but no. So when Slenderman mentioned a potential new proxy, there were mixed reactions. The majority didn't really care, while some of the more pissy proxies, like Masky, were a little annoyed.

A few days later, Slenderman forcibly dragged everyone into the living room. He'd managed to successfully recruit the new proxy and, despite knowing the dispositions of some, wanted everyone to meet her.

The pale, faceless, suit-wearing entity exited the living room, returning a few moments later with the new proxy. She was... certainly something. Her brown hair was tied into a high ponytail, which was normal. She also had blue eyes; again, perfectly normal. But her clothes? She had a black leather biker jacket, studded leather pants, and high-heeled boots. She was trying way too hard.

"Like, OMG, heyyy!" she greeted, waving enthusiastically. "I'm, like, Raquel!"

Oh boy...