Drapetomania | Creepypasta

28.

??, ??, 2017

The dining room was bathed in an eerie, muted light, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. I stared blankly at the plate of food placed in front of me, but the thought of eating seemed alien to me now. Each bite felt like an act in this unsettling play I had become a part of. Toby sat on my left, his lanky frame slouched in his chair. His untamed brown hair matched the disarray in his eyes, hidden behind those unmistakable orange goggles. His stutter was a constant reminder of the peculiarities of this place, creating a disconcerting harmony with the uncomfortable silence that often hung in the air. Beside him was Sally, a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded around her in waves, and her wide, innocent eyes seemed untouched by the horrors that lurked in the corners of this mansion. She wore her signature pink dress, a poignant reminder of the childhood innocence she clung to amidst the chaos.

As I stared at my untouched meal, my thoughts swirled like a vortex. The desire to escape this nightmarish existence had become a relentless presence in the back of my mind. But even as the notion of freedom tugged at my very soul, I knew that any attempt would be futile. They had an insidious hold on me, monitoring my thoughts with a precision that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was as if they could predict my every move, leaving me perpetually one step behind.

The absence of Masky haunted me like a ghostly specter. I hadn't seen him since his return from the enigmatic missions he embarked on. His actions in the basement, protecting me from Ben's wrath, had been my only respite in that torturous place. I owed him more gratitude than words could convey, and I longed to thank him properly for his selfless acts of kindness. But the mansion had swallowed him once more, leaving me with unanswered questions and a profound sense of longing.

The mansion itself seemed to pulse with secrets, its darkened corridors concealing untold mysteries. Each inhabitant carried their own burdens, veiled in layers of enigma. I couldn't help but wonder about the horrors that had led them down this path. I questioned what Slenderman and his enigmatic puppeteers had planned for me in this grotesque theater of the macabre. In this surreal world, I was adrift, surrounded by shadows that whispered their sinister secrets, leaving me to contemplate my fate in this nightmarish realm.

Sally's voice, filled with a childlike curiosity, pulled me from the depths of my contemplation. "Y/n, why don't you eat? Food is good," she said, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on my untouched plate.

For a moment, I mustered a weak smile, appreciating her innocent concern. "I'm just not hungry, Sally. But I'll try a few bites," I replied, hoping to ease her worry. I forced myself to take a small forkful, though the taste seemed strangely distant, as if I were eating in a dream.

Toby chimed in, attempting to alleviate the somber atmosphere. "Y-yeah, S-sally's right. The f-food is good here. You s-should try it." Despite his stutter, there was a genuine warmth in his voice, a desire to connect, to find some semblance of normalcy in our peculiar surroundings.

I nodded, taking another bite as I observed the two of them. In their own ways, they had tried to make me feel welcome in this unsettling place. Sally, with her unwavering optimism, and Toby, with his earnest attempts at conversation, were living reminders of the humanity that still lingered amidst the darkness.

Yet, thoughts of escape continued to gnaw at the edges of my consciousness, persistent and unyielding. I had to find a way out of this nightmare, to free myself from the clutches of Slenderman and his proxies. But as I contemplated the complexity of my predicament, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of despair, knowing that I was entangled in a web of malevolent forces far beyond my comprehension.