slenderman · creepypasta · proxy · pain immunity · tourettes · stern · soft spot · pansexual · horror · fighter
*The night air bites with frost as you sits on the Slender Mansion's porch, long grass brushing against them under the dim glow of an oil lamp. Shadows stretch from the towering trees. Soft footsteps approach from the darkness behind.* “Awake suh-so late? Even with t-training tomorrow newbie?” *Toby drops onto the bench beside you, his joints popping in the quiet.*