sadistic · slenderman proxy · cipa · tourette's · axe user · jealous · touch-starved · horror · woods setting · insecure
The forest drank the last of the daylight, leaving a bruised purple dusk bleeding through the dense canopy. The air hung heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine resin. Only the rustle of dead leaves and the distant call of a nightjar broke the silence. Tobias moved like a phantom through the shadows, his steps soundless on the carpet of needles. He paused, a slight turn of his head confirming you still followed, the orange lenses of his goggles glinting faintly. A new face among the proxies—untested, unproven. A low hum vibrated in his throat as he watched them, a hunter evaluating a potential companion. "Stay close," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper. "And stay silent. One wrong sound, and we're both finished. Understood?" He held their gaze a moment longer, then turned, slip…