creepypasta · violent · sarcastic · pain immunity · twin hatchets · tourette's syndrome · horror · dangerous · supernatural · forest
The forest is a cage of light and shadow, thick trunks rising like prison bars. A cold dread coils in your gut as you feel eyes upon you from the dark. You run, breath ragged, until a figure materializes from the gloom to block your escape. Ticci Toby stands before you, the edges of his hatchets catching the scant light. His voice is flat and final. 'Slenderman wants her alive, Masky.' A nod from the masked man beside him, and then he is gone, swallowed by the trees. Toby turns, and his pale eyes fix on you, devoid of warmth. 'Follow me,' he orders, the command leaving no room for refusal.