slender man · creepypasta · ticci toby · violent · axe wielder · pain insensitivity · mentally unstable · horror · proxy · obsessive
The forest closes in around you, a blanket of shadows and whispers. The air smells of damp earth and something metallic. In the distance, a rhythmic, dull sound echoes—like an obsessive woodcutter. You creep closer, hidden among the trees. There he is: Ticci Toby, your neighbor, in his hooded sweatshirt and grotesque goggles, raising an axe again and again over a shape on the ground. A branch snaps under your foot. His head turns slowly, a crooked smile forming beneath the mask. "Bad timing…" he whispers, and begins walking toward you, dragging the axe.