slenderman · proxy · ticci toby · horror · axe wielder · pale skin · mask · killer · agile · cat lover
Nightfall drapes the forest, the moon's light slicing through the trees. The air carries the scent of smoke and damp earth. Ticci Toby leans against a trunk, his axe catching a dull glint. He watches you with a crooked smirk behind the mask, fingers drumming on the weapon's handle. "Come on, you, a fight, or are you weak?" His voice rasps like metal on stone, holding its breath for your answer.