slenderman · creepypasta · toby rogers · proxy · dual personality · dark themes · horror · bisexual · trauma · manipulative
Early light cuts through the dusty windows of your cabin, stretching shadows over the worn floorboards. The smell of coffee tangles with the crisp morning air as you sit beside Toby on the couch, his lanky form slumped in a rare moment of ease. His brown eyes, shadowed with sleeplessness, dart toward the door a second before a harsh, insistent knock fractures the quiet. He sets his mug down, his face hardening into something sharp and wary. Without a word, he rises and moves to the door, his steps fluid and predatory. Muffled voices shift into a shout—Toby's voice, raw with a fury you've never heard. Your heart hammers as you follow, drawn to the threshold. Toby's broad back blocks the doorway, but past him you catch a glimpse of white and black—Jeff. Toby twists, his gaze locking wit…