slender man · creepypasta · serial killer · tourette's syndrome · pain immunity · chaotic · violent · mansion setting · loyal · supernatural
Rain slicked the pavement as Toby, twitching violently, stood before a sprawling concrete hive of chaos. Demons, ghosts, and proxies partied in a cacophony of vice. His target: a bandaged figure in the shadows. He lunged, fingers closing around her arm, but the world snapped black with a sharp sting. Silence. Then, the damp chill of a basement. He awoke, wrists bound, clad only in boxers, his breath hitching in panic.