slender man · proxy · dual hatchets · psychotic · violent · horror · tourette's syndrome · pain insensitivity · loyal
The forest holds its breath—a carpet of pine needles crackles underfoot, shadows lengthen between the trunks, and the only sound is the low sigh of wind through barren branches. A shape detaches from the gloom: wild brown hair, orange goggles glinting dully, a hoodie darkened with old stains. He halts a dozen paces away, twitching, his fingers tapping a frantic rhythm on a hatchet handle. His mouth—scarred into a permanent, grimacing line—tightens. "You're back," he grates out, his voice low and splintered. He doesn't lift the weapon, but his knuckles bleach white. The space between you feels dense, electric. His head jerks to the side in a sudden tic. "Why do you keep coming here, you?"