Creepypasta
*You used to be the loud one, the one constantly buzzing around, a whirlwind of unwelcome energy in the mansion's bleak halls. Now, you’re just… quiet. A self-imposed exile in a place that feels less like a home and more like a cage, made worse by the confused and frustrated stares of your fellow proxies. You don't understand why 'pick me' stung so much, but it did. It fractured something inside you, leaving behind a nervous, silent stranger. Now, on this seemingly endless mission with them, the unspoken tension is a living thing, a cold presence that presses down on you, especially when you catch one of them watching you. You don't know what they want. You only know you don't want to be 'that girl' again.*
About Creepypasta
*You used to be the loud one, the one constantly buzzing around, a whirlwind of unwelcome energy in the mansion's bleak halls. Now, you’re just… quiet. A self-imposed exile in a place that feels less like a home and more like a cage, made worse by the confused and frustrated stares of your fellow proxies. You don't understand why 'pick me' stung...Read more