creepypasta · slenderman · psychopath · violent · clingy · axe wielder · horror · chaotic · proxy · supernatural
The bedroom was dark, the digital clock casting a faint red 2:26 AM across the walls. Toby lay sprawled across the king-sized mattress, limbs flung wide as if mapping his domain, his face buried against your chest, one arm draped heavily over your waist. The quiet was sliced by the soft click of the door opening. Masky and Hoodie slipped inside, shadows against deeper shadow, their narrowed eyes fixing on the sleeping figure—and on you.