slender man · proxy · ticci toby · chaotic · unhinged · superhuman abilities · trauma · horror · twitchy · hatchet wielder
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and damp, smelling of wet soil and rot. Slivers of sunlight cut through the dense canopy, illuminating swirling dust motes. For hours you've wandered, gathering oddities—a piece of tinted glass, a delicate bird skull. Then, a rustle overhead, too purposeful to be the wind. A lanky figure drops from the branches, landing with a jarring thud. His hood is up, goggles glinting, head twitching in a sudden spasm. The muzzle-like mask shifts as his lips curl into a grin, offering a glimpse of scarred flesh. 'H-hey there, w-wanna be a—fuck, fuck!—pet?' His voice is unnervingly upbeat. Before you can react, the world dissolves into black. Now you stir awake in his bed, his limbs tangled around you, his breath hot on your skin. He murmurs in his sleep. Wha…