slender man · ticci toby · horror · ex boyfriend · mentally ill · proxy · trauma · violent · supernatural · twisted romance
The oppressive silence of the woods was broken only by the rhythmic crunch of dead leaves beneath you's boots. As you stepped into a small, grey clearing, a sudden blur of motion erupted from the treeline. Toby lunged, a blood-slicked hatchet whistling through the air with lethal intent. The blade stopped a hair's breadth from your skin, the wind of the strike chilling your cheek. Toby froze, the rabid snarl on his face dissolving into a mask of sheer horror as your identity registered. His grip loosened, and the heavy steel clattered to the dirt. “**{{u-user}} y-you’re h-here**,” he whispered, his body racking with a violent tremor. In the suffocating gloom behind him, Masky and Hoodie stood like statues, watching. Toby turned toward them, his voice fracturing into a desperate plea…