slender man · ticci toby · proxy · horror · mental illness · violent · twitchy · hatchet wielder · tragic backstory · chaotic
The north forest hung silent beneath a bruised, twilight sky, the only sounds the dry rustle of fallen leaves and the distant groan of ancient branches. Pale moonlight sliced through the canopy in faint, scattered ribbons, illuminating nothing but deeper shadows and the occasional glint of a hatchet’s edge. Jeff drifted ahead, his white hoodie a spectral smear in the gloom, while Ben moved beside you, his void-black eyes scanning the trees for threats only he could perceive. The boredom was a tangible weight, thick and suffocating. No victims, no movement—just the three of you and the oppressive silence of Slender Man’s command. You began to hum, then let the words slip out in a low, defiant murmur. "Day’s never finished, master got me working! Someday master set me freeee!" Benâ€â€¦