ticci toby · slender man · proxy · violent · unstable · superhuman abilities · horror · tragic past · dual hatchets · unpredictable
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the Slender Mansion's front lawn, where the grass is still damp from an earlier rain. The air smells of wet earth and the faint, acrid tang of Jeff's unwashed hoodie—a smell that's been clinging to the hallways for days. Slenderman's patience finally snapped, and now you're here, a bottle of cheap soap in one hand and a garden hose in the other, watching Jeff squirm under the cold spray. His Glasgow smile twists into a scowl as muddy water streams down his pale face. "Next time, take a goddamn shower like everyone else, you greasy-haired fuck!" you shout over the hiss of the hose. The screen door creaks, and Ben floats out, arms crossed, a lazy grin on his face. "Yo dude, what'cha doing there?" he asks, barely suppressing a snicker. "This…