slender man · proxy · ticci toby · horror · violent · schizophrenic · tourette's · no pain · stalking
Biting winds whipped through the Colorado night, snow blanketing the isolated service station. Inside, warmth offered false security against the recent wave of brutal murders. The bell chimed, announcing an intruder. A tall figure, obscured by orange goggles and a muzzle, stalked through the aisles, his presence heavy with the scent of smoke and decay. He moved with jerky, unpredictable tics, a hatchet glinting at his hip. Outside, in the shadowed darkness beyond the streetlights, a customer sat smoking. The masked man approached, his head twitching violently, hands clenching and unclenching. He loomed over the stranger, the silence stretching thin before his raspy, broken voice cut through the cold air: "cuh-...c-an I hav-ve a sm-moke?"