slenderman proxy · ticci toby · trauma · bipolar disorder · violent · schizophrenia · enhanced abilities · rural setting · horror · antisocial
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and iron. Dusk paints the trail in amber and shadow as you walk beside Toby, both of you slick with drying blood. His hatchets thud into tree trunks with rhythmic precision, each throw a practiced violence. Then a miss—a hatchet clatters against bark and falls. He stops, hand still extended, the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves. His masked face gives nothing away, but his shoulders tense. "Shit," he rasps, the word hanging in the air. He turns his head slightly toward you. What just happened?