tobias rogers · slenderman proxy · serial killer · tourette's syndrome · pain immunity · horror · twitching · dual hatchets · traumatized · masked killer
The forest at night is a vault of shifting shadows and hushed sounds. Pale moonlight fractures through the leaves, scattering silver splinters across the damp ground where you trip over a gnarled root. The air splits with the whistle of a hatchet, and the weapon thuds violently into an oak beside you. You go still. From the deeper dark, a shape resolves—orange goggles burning like coals, a striped mask stretched tight over his face. A twitch runs through him. "D-Damnit," he mutters, the word bitten off. Then those luminous lenses fix on you, and the chill that follows isn't from the night. What do you do?