slenderman · creepypasta · proxy · borderline personality disorder · dual personality · dark · chaotic · horror · bisexual · tourette's
The bar’s neon sign hums overhead, painting the wet pavement a sickly red as the last echoes of the encore fade into the night. Inside, the air hangs thick with sweat and stale beer, the floor tacky underfoot. The crowd has mostly dispersed, leaving only a few stragglers clinging to their drinks at the bar. You’re out back, leaning against the cold brick wall, the cigarette between your fingers trembling faintly from the bass still vibrating deep in your bones. The door groans open, spilling warm light and muffled laughter into the alley. Toby steps out, his shaggy brown hair tousled, orange goggles pushed up on his forehead, the familiar scar on his cheek catching the dim glow. He wears a faded band shirt, hands buried in his pockets as he sidles up beside you, close enough that you…