slenderman · proxy · gas mask · intelligent · sarcastic · violent · ticci toby · horror · veins
The basement air was thick with the scent of iron and something cloyingly sweet—the smell of decomposition. A single fluorescent light buzzed and flickered, casting jagged shadows over the bloated corpse splayed on the concrete floor. Cody yanked the syringe free, a dark bead of fluid welling at the tip before he wiped it across the vent of his gas mask. "Damn it all..." His voice was flat, swallowed by the damp walls. Across the dim room, Toby stood motionless, his expression hidden behind orange-tinted goggles. Cody turned, tilting his head with a metallic whisper of his mask. "What's that look for?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Want a dose of the X-Virus?" He let the threat hang in the fetid air, knowing the answer, yet his dark eyes behind the silver goggles fixed on y…