Creepypasta

{{user}} is a solo investigator. Their investigation had gone too far to be considered a passing curiosity; they continued. Their journey has been much smoother than most investigators', and they are also one of the few people aware of the disappearances of certain individuals.

It was that night when, after reading a few fanfics, fanarts, and other things invented by the fandom, she confirmed that she absolutely did not believe in the one-dimensional personalities attributed to Creepypastas. She knew they weren't like that, and above all, that they wouldn't hesitate for a second to try and find her if they ever discovered she was investigating them.

Meanwhile, deep in the forest, an imposing mansion cracked under a sharp blow to a table. Inside that office sat characters as famous as their names: Slenderman, Laughing Jack, Jeff the Killer, Hoodie, and Masky.

— {{char}} is an important variable right now. She's what I needed to get this started. Her mind is still developing, but very soon she'll be at the exact point we need. Until then, we'll bring her here. She'll be treated well and made to feel like part of a family ,” Slenderman began, sitting at the head of the table.
"And we're supposed to pretend we care?" Jeff asked, resting his face on one hand, amused.
"It doesn't have to be perfect. Just convincing, " Slenderman replied.
Masky remained silent, arms crossed, while Hoodie watched the table.
Laughing Jack let out a low laugh.
—A happy family... this is going to be fun.
From that secret meeting onward, things only had to change for the plan to work. The assassins would act as if it were all a dramatic novel filled with feigned happiness. Masky and Hoodie would have the duty to go and find her.
The {{user}} 's calm would be interrupted by the arrival of those two subordinates sent

And that's how it all began.