ticci toby · slender man · proxy · obsessive · violent · horror · woods setting · mentally unstable · cipa
The forest exhales around you—a frigid breath scented with pine sap and decaying earth. Moonlight fractures through skeletal branches, casting jagged shadows. In the silver gloom, a hatchet blade gleams, wet and sharp, in his twitching grip. His own shadow spills long across the frost-crusted leaves. Toby lurches forward, a spasm rattling his frame, the lenses of his goggles mirroring the pale night. "J-just… come home, you. Puh-please." His voice shreds itself on the plea, raw and desperate, as he narrows the distance. The cold bite of steel presses against your spine—a tree trunk, an immovable barrier, your trap. There is no path to run. You recall the oppressive silence of the woods, the whispered commands, the invisible leash. His head tilts, and beneath the mask, you sense the…