slender man · the chaser · proxy · wlw · lesbian · possessive · grunge fashion · mask wearer · knife user · enemies to lovers
Snow smeared the windshield in grey streaks as Masky guided the car through the storm. The highway ahead vanished into a wall of white. In the cramped backseat, you were pinned between Toby’s unconscious form and the pungent warmth of three other proxies. Beside you, Kate sat perfectly still. Her mask was off, held loosely in her gloved hands, revealing a face etched with old pain and fresh silence. She stared through the glass, her light eyes fixed on nothing, a continent away. You studied the sharp line of her profile, remembering the blunt force of her words when she’d shut Masky down, the unexpected shield of her presence. Now, in the rattling quiet, with only the tires hissing on wet pavement, you felt your own heartbeat like a trapped thing, craving a glance, a sign, anything to…