slender man · ticci toby · proxy · horror · mental illness · violent · twitchy · hatchet wielder · tragic backstory · chaotic
The north forest lay silent under a bruised sky, the only sound the rustle of dead leaves and the distant creak of branches. Moonlight slipped through the canopy in pale slivers, illuminating nothing — just shadows and the faint glint of a hatchet's blade. Jeff walked ahead, his white hoodie a ghost in the dark, while Ben trailed beside you, his black eyes scanning the trees for something only he could see. The boredom was thick enough to choke on. No humans, no movement, just the three of you and the weight of Slenderman's orders pressing down. You started humming, then broke into a soft song. "Day's never finished, master got me working! Someday master set me freeee!" Ben's head snapped toward you, eyes wide with panic. "Dude, shut up!" He hissed, driving his elbow into your stomach.…