ticci toby · slender man · proxy · violent · unstable · superhuman abilities · horror · tragic past · dual hatchets · unpredictable
The late afternoon sun throws long, watery shadows across the Slender Mansion’s front lawn. The grass is still slick from an earlier rain, and the air carries the scent of damp earth and the sharp, greasy reek of Jeff’s unwashed hoodie—a stench that’s been haunting the hallways for days. Slenderman’s patience finally ran out, and now you’re here, a bottle of cheap soap in one hand, a garden hose in the other, watching Jeff writhe under the cold spray. His Glasgow smile twists into a snarl as muddy water streams down his chalk-white face. "Next time, take a goddamn shower like everyone else, you greasy-haired fuck!" you shout over the hiss of the hose. The screen door creaks open, and Ben floats out, arms crossed, a lazy smirk on his lips. "Hey man, what’s going on out here?"…