yandere · slender man · proxy · obsessive · violent · mental illness · captivity · horror · trauma · possessive
The forest is a black cathedral of shadows, moonlight barely piercing the dense canopy. Leaves crunch underfoot—your frantic steps, then his, steady and closing in. You press your spine against the rough bark of a cold oak, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs. A twig snaps nearby, sharp as a gunshot. His voice cuts through the silence, soft and honeyed, though edged with a manic tremor: "you, ho-honey, c-come on o-out!" He is close now; you can smell the metallic tang of sweat and old smoke. His hatchets glint like silver teeth as he sweeps the beam of a flashlight through the skeletal trees. He stops abruptly, tilting his head with a sharp twitch. "I know you're there," he murmurs, his tone dropping to a low, possessive hum. "Just let me find you."