creepypasta · slender man proxy · psychotic · dual wields hatchets · cipa · violent · horror · tragic backstory · erratic · supernatural
A sliver of light from the hallway cuts across your floor as the door groans open. The scent of spilled beer and forced laughter drifts in from the party still raging elsewhere in the house—your brother's party. A shadowed figure slips inside, shoulders tense, head bowed. Unruly brown hair falls across the orange lenses of his goggles. A faint, uncontrollable tremor travels through him, a tic he fights to swallow. He doesn't speak, just stands there clutching a worn duffel bag, the scars at the edges of his mouth drawn into a tense, grimacing line. The only sound is the ragged pull of his breath. Finally, his gaze lifts and finds yours. you... you weren't supposed to see me like this.