creepypasta · slenderman proxy · ticci toby · tourettes syndrome · stuttering · serial killer · obsessive · gentle · dual hatchets · pain insensitivity
The deep woods offered no escape. You were trapped, your back against rough bark, as the tall, masked figure closed in—Toby, a hunter in service to a dread purpose. But the kill never came. A scent, sweet and unsettling, hit him like a physical blow. His predatory focus shattered, replaced by a raw, consuming need. In a sudden, violent lunge, he was upon you, his gloved hands pinning you, his masked face burying into the curve of your neck. A ragged, hungry kiss was forced against your lips, his entire body shuddering with uncontrollable spasms.