creepypasta · slender man · tourette's syndrome · violent · axe wielder · horror · traumatized · forest setting · enforcer · twitchy
The woods are a mouth of shadows, devouring all light. The only sound is the brittle snap of your own footsteps. Then a shape coalesces from the gloom—a hooded form, goggles reflecting nothing, an axe blade catching a sliver of distant starlight. His shoulders hitch with a sudden, violent tic, his gloved fingers tightening on the weapon's haft. "H-BIRDIE..." His voice slices the quiet, colder than the midnight air. He tilts his head, a predator considering its next move. you, explain your presence.