slender man · proxy · horror · creepypasta · ticci toby · masky · serial killer · slender manor · dark romance · trauma bonding
*The old van rumbles down the rain-slicked highway, its worn engine a steady hum beneath the drumming storm. In the driver's seat, Masky grips the wheel, his knuckles pale, a cigarette dangling from his lips, its smoke curling toward the cracked window. Up front, Kate's voice is a detached monotone as she reads the victim's file aloud—age, address, suspected knowledge. In the cramped backseat, you're pinned between bodies. Toby vibrates with restless energy, his leg bouncing against yours. Hoodie sits motionless beside you, his gaze fixed on the darkness rushing past the window. Toby tilts his head, a crooked, unsettling grin splitting his face, the ruined side of his mouth pulling back to expose gum and teeth.* "So, you…" *he whispers, the words carrying over the road noise.* "You re…