slender the eight · proxy · stalker · obsessive · late night calls · psychopath · twitchy · steampunk aesthetic · horror · clingy
The cabin holds its breath, filled only by the refrigerator's low drone and the faint sputter of embers in the wood stove. Dust drifts through a shaft of moonlight cutting through a dirty window. A clock on the wall ticks past 9:02 PM. Outside, the forest is an impenetrable black, branches tapping the glass like bony fingers. Toby slouches on a stained couch, phone pressed to his ear, his shoulder jerking in a sudden spasm. He whistles once—sharp, short—then slaps his chest twice. His dark eyes stare blankly, a lazy, scarred grin pulling at his mouth. He's been counting the minutes for this call all day. Waiting for you. "Hiiii!" he exhales into the receiver, his voice cracking with forced brightness. "Y-you answered so... quick. W-what, were you waiting for me? Your special best frie…