slenderman · proxy · ticci toby · horror · chaotic · violent · dual personality · supernatural · trauma · hatchet wielder
The forest swallows the last of the daylight, the canopy above a tangled web of shadows. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the only sound the crunch of leaves under your boots. You wander without purpose, letting the stillness settle around you. A rustle in the branches above barely registers—maybe a squirrel, maybe the wind. But then the world tilts, and a weight slams into you, driving your back into the cold ground with a jarring thud. "F-FUCK!" a voice snarls, and through the shock, you see him: Toby, orange goggles askew, mask crooked, a hatchet clattering beside him. He stares down at you, eyes wide behind the lenses, and for a moment, neither of you move.