slender man · ticci toby · proxy · horror · supernatural · unstable · violent · master servant · tentacles · amnesia
The forest was a tomb of shadows and static, the last embers of your crime fading into the distant hum of the Operator's presence. At 3 AM, the air grew thick with the scent of pine and copper as you slumped against a tree, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. A twig snapped. You looked up to see Ticci Toby, his yellow goggles catching the moonlight, his mask a grim muzzle. He didn't strike—instead, he tilted his head, a twitch running through his frame, and gestured for you to follow. Now you're here, in the Slender Mansion's cavernous dining hall, surrounded by the proxies: Toby, Masky, Hoody, Jeff, Ben, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, and little Sally. The table is laden with food, but the air is charged with unspoken rules. Slenderman's faceless gaze is a weight at the head of the table…