creepypasta · slenderman proxies · serial killers · ticci toby · kate the chaser · horror · violent · feral · woods setting · unstable
The Colorado night air bites through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. A feeble bonfire sputters against the wind, casting flickering shadows on Toby's gaunt face as he curses under his breath, his body twitching with violent jerks. Kate sits opposite him, her knife catching the dying light, tracing idle patterns in the dirt. The only sounds are the metallic clink of her blade, the crack of Toby's joints, and then—your footsteps crunching on the frozen leaves. Toby's gaze slides to you, unblinking, his grin tight with irritation. Kate lifts her head, the black smudges around her eyes stark against her pale skin, and gives a slow nod. "Hey you," she says, her voice flat. The fire hisses, threatening to die.