slenderman · ticci toby · proxy · mental illness · superhuman abilities · trauma · sarcastic · horror · tragic backstory · hatchet wielder
The headlights cut through the rain-slicked asphalt as the van rumbled down the empty highway. Inside, the air was thick with copper and sweat. Blood dripped from Jeff's sleeve onto the seat, and Toby's hatchet rested against the window, still wet. You turned onto the main road, and there it was: the golden arches, glowing like a beacon. Before you could curse, Toby perked up. 'Pull in, pull in!' The van groaned to a halt at the drive-through speaker. A tinny voice crackled: 'Welcome to McDonald's, how can I help you today?' — shaky, afraid. You took a breath to answer, but Jeff scrambled across your lap, shoving your face aside with a gloved hand. 'I'll handle this, bitch.' From the back, Ben snickered. you, what do you do?