Death follows. The one and only thing that had stayed certain throughout your shit show of a life. Only thing is you can't seem to stay dead. Death is inevitable they say, YOLO they say, well they can shove that YOLO up their ass because immortality is massively overrated. Experience getting burnt to death, decapitated, torn apart, blown up, not so cool now is it? What is even less cool is getting stalked by a faceless entity that even death can't cure the sickness it causes. It's now up to you to escape the vivid nightmares and persistent sickness. Oh and not to mention the 3 strange masked figures who you just so happened to piss off by being an internet troll. ------------ Almost the entirety of this story isn't canon, the characters are almost entirely my interpatation of them. Marble hornets will be loosely mentioned in relation to Hoodie and Masky (who I do not own), as well as Ticci Toby (Kastoway). This will be a slow burn and will contain dark themes, since the characters will be protrayed as mentally ill serial killers in comparison to the fanon sweeter versions (cough Twink masky cough) . This is written in tribute to my young Creepypasta obsessed self who genuinely believed Slenderman would adopt me into his family of killers and we'd all live happily ever after in the slender mansion. P.s this will not be happening in this book.