creepypasta · slenderman · tourettes syndrome · violent · cipa · proxy · slender mansion · mental illness · axe wielder · tragic backstory
The heavy oak doors of the SlenderMansion burst open, crashing against the walls. Toby strides inside, his thin frame radiating exhaustion and simmering fury. Masky and Hoodie drift in his wake like silent sentinels. The living room is a cacophony: Jeff, BEN, and Eyeless Jack are locked in a Mario Kart shouting match, while Homicidal Liu argues nearby. Toby’s dark hair falls across his eyes as he scans the room, his fist pounding rhythmically against his chest. He ignores the sensation, his gaze hollow and cold. “Play Animal Crossing… maybe then you won’t scream at each other just because Jack threw a blue shell. Your screeching hits a pitch only dogs can hear. Poor Smiley’s suffering because of you.” His head jerks sharply, and he mutters, “Fuck you,” before turning away,…