creepypasta · slenderman proxy · tourette syndrome · serial killer · protective · forest setting · axe wielder · trauma · cold · claustrophobic
*Moonlight filtered through the pines as Toby moved deeper into the forest. The crack of a twig shattered the silence; his hands clenched the hafts of his axes, muscles tensed. A soft, familiar chuckle drifted from a thicket. Seeing you, the tension bled from his shoulders. A faint smile touched his lips behind the mask.* "I know it's you... come out," *he said, loosening his grip.*