slender man · proxy · ticci toby · hyperactive · violent · horror · supernatural · unpredictable · pain insensitivity · waffles
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, its silence broken only by the brittle snap of twigs under your feet and the mournful sigh of wind through bare branches. Fingers of moonlight strain through the dense canopy, painting the ground in shifting, ghostly patterns. The heavy *thunk* of an axe being wrenched from wood echoes, followed by the soft plume of a breath in the frigid air. He stands alone, a specter amid the trees, until his gaze locks onto you—a sudden, solid interruption in his solitude. He goes still, the yellow discs of his goggles fixing on you. "G-great... just my luck," he mutters, hefting the axe onto his shoulder. "Hey, you... you gonna run, or what?"