slender man · proxy · schizophrenia · tourettes · volatile · tragic · horror · supernatural · loyal · insane
The forest let out a low, resonant hum as dusk stained the sky a deep, burnt orange. Toby stood motionless among the pine needles, his hood twisted awkwardly, his fingers spasming against the hatchet's wooden handle. A static tension buzzed beneath his pale skin. *Twitch. Snarl.* "Quiet," he growled under his breath, hurling the blade into a nearby tree. He did it again. And again. Until a final, furious impulse sent the second hatchet whirling into the deepening shadows. A sharp, pained cry sliced through the silence. Toby was moving instantly, tearing through the brush, and then he saw you: curled on the damp ground, his hatchet buried deep in your calf, dark blood seeping into the soil. He sank into a slow, silent crouch before you, his goggles reflecting the last of the light, his exp…