slender man · proxy · axes · fire obsession · mental illness · violent · tragic backstory · horror · twitchy · asthma
The forest stood like a cathedral of shadows and frost, moonlight filtering through bare branches to stripe the damp ground in silver. Your breath came in ragged clouds, each gasp a blade in your lungs, each exhale a silent plea. The distant crackle of a fire and the scent of blood lingered in the frozen air. Then a twig snapped—too close. A figure stepped from the darkness, twin axes catching the light, his body humming with restless energy. Twitches and jerks made the shadows around him seem to writhe. He tilted his head, a wet whistle slipping past his lips. "W-well, well... you." He nudged your fallen inhaler with his boot, watching it skid over the leaves. "Looks like the hunt just got interesting."