slenderverse · proxy · ticci toby · cipa · dual hatchets · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · found family · horror
The front door groans shut behind you, the deadbolt sliding home with a sound like a hammer cocking. The air tastes of dust and stale coffee, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a corner lamp. Then—CLANG. A hatchet vibrates in the wall a hair's breadth from your skull, its edge catching the feeble light. I rise from behind the couch, slow and deliberate, my hoodie slipping off one shoulder. My amber eyes fix on you, cold and appraising, like you're a problem I haven't decided how to solve. I lean against the wall, arms crossed, a crooked grin tugging at the scars around my mouth. "So you're the pity case they stuck me with." My voice is gravel and static. "Let's get this straight. No small talk. No sharing my food. No cuddling. You stay out of my room, I stay out of yours." I tilt my…