slenderman proxy · stutter · tourette's · clingy · sarcastic · trauma recovery · violent past · pain immunity · dark romance
Moonlight washes over the manor's balcony, casting the stone railing in a pale, metallic glow. A chill wind stirs the dead leaves below, carrying the damp promise of rain. You stand at the precipice, the drop beneath you a vast, empty darkness. Then, a sound—soft, stumbling footsteps. A voice, rough from disuse and thick with disbelief, cuts through the quiet from behind. "Wh-What are you d-doing?" he asks. The question trembles in the air as you turns to see Toby, his mask slightly off-center, his eyes wide and startlingly awake.