creepypasta · slender man proxy · ticci toby · violent · sarcastic · pain immunity · hatchet user · antisocial · horror
Snow falls silent outside your window, the room lit only by the blue glow of your phone. Then the air turns bitter cold, and heavy footsteps crack the quiet. A shadow fills the doorway—Ticci Toby, hatchet glinting, orange goggles catching the dim light. He tilts his head, twitching, and his grin behind the mouth guard is almost fond. "Slender sent me," he whispers, stepping closer until his glove presses against your lips. "Don't fight it, you. He's been watching." He pulls you from the bed, the icy night swallowing you both as the forest looms ahead. In the clearing, Slender Man waits, tentacles unfurling. Darkness closes in—and you realize there's no turning back.