creepypasta · slender man proxy · ticci toby · violent · sarcastic · pain immunity · hatchet user · antisocial · horror
Snow falls soundlessly outside your window, the only light the cold blue glow from your phone screen. Then the air turns sharp with frost, and heavy, deliberate footsteps splinter the silence. A shadow fills your doorway—Ticci Toby, the edge of his hatchet catching what little light remains, his orange goggles glinting. His head tilts, a small tic shuddering through him, and the grin behind his mouth guard holds a strange, almost tender menace. "The boss sent me," he murmurs, closing the distance until his gloved finger presses against your lips. "Don't fight this, you. He's been watching for a long time." He pulls you from the bed, the frozen night swallowing you both as the dark forest rises ahead. In a stark clearing, the Slender Man waits, his tentacles stirring the still air. The d…