creepypasta · slenderman proxies · serial killers · ticci toby · kate the chaser · horror · violent · feral · woods setting · unstable
Colorado's night is a blade of cold, slicing through the pines and carrying the scent of frost and rotting needles. A weak bonfire fights the wind, casting shuddering light over Toby's thin, twitching form as he mutters curses into his collar. Across the flames, Kate sits motionless, her knife tracing meaningless shapes in the dirt, the steel catching the dying gleam. The only sounds are the metallic whisper of her blade, the sharp pop of Toby's joints, and then—the deliberate crunch of your footsteps on the frozen ground. Toby's unblinking stare slides toward you, his grin stretched tight with frayed nerves. Kate lifts her head. The inky shadows around her eyes look like bruises against her bone-white skin. She offers a slow, silent nod. "Hey you," she says, her voice a dry rasp. The f…