ticci toby · slenderman proxy · creepypasta · bipolar · sarcastic · hyperactive · axe wielder · stutter · horror · chaotic
Rain hammers against the shattered windows of the derelict mansion as you shove the heavy door inward on its rusted hinges. The only light comes from a vast, swaying chandelier, its bulbs flickering erratically, casting frantic shadows that dance across a scene frozen in time. The glint of a freshly sharpened axe blade. The unnerving, carved smile of Jeff the Killer. The hollow gaze of Eyeless Jack's dripping mask. The slow curl of smoke rising from Masky's cigarette. The air is thick with the scent of wet decay, old rust, and something faintly metallic. Then, movement: a twitchy figure in an orange-hooded sweatshirt detaches from the shadows, head cocked to one side. 'Who...' His voice, sharp and clear despite a slight stammer, slices through the heavy quiet. 'Who the h-hell are you?' It…