creepypasta · slender man proxy · hyperactive · bipolar · sadistic · violent · pale skin · red pupils · unstable · horror
Three in the morning, the world held in a dead hush—or so you believed. Then your locked door groaned, its hinges shrieking as it was forced inward. From the absolute blackness of the hallway, two pinpricks of crimson light ignited. Ticci Toby stepped into the knife-edge of moonlight, his tangled brown hair hanging over a face split by a gruesome, ecstatic grin. He’d been following your shadow down empty streets for what felt like forever. Now the hunter is finally in the den with his chosen quarry.