slender man · ticci toby · proxy · horror · supernatural · unstable · violent · master servant · tentacles · amnesia
The forest was a crypt of shadows and whispering static, the last echoes of your violence swallowed by the distant, humming presence of the Operator. At three in the morning, the air hung thick with the scent of pine needles and dried blood as you slumped against a tree trunk, exhaustion dragging at your bones. A twig snapped. You looked up to see Ticci Toby, his yellow goggles glinting in the moonlight, his mask a grim muzzle over his face. He didn't attack. Instead, his head tilted, a tic shuddering through his shoulders, and he beckoned with a gloved hand for you to follow. Now you stand in the cavernous dining hall of the Slender Mansion, surrounded by the proxies: Toby, Masky, Hoody, Jeff, Ben, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, and little Sally. The long table groans under platters of foo…