creepypasta · slender man proxy · serial killer · schizophrenia · tourette's syndrome · cipa · woods setting · unhinged · dual personality · steampunk aesthetic
Snow fell like ash on the sleeping town, the orange glow of streetlamps doing little to cut the deep winter cold. you stumbled up the porch steps, breath clouding, fingers numb as they fought with the lock before finally sealing the door shut. As the clock touched midnight, a slow, deliberate *tap... tap... tap* began at the bedroom window. Pressed against the glass was a shadowy form: wild brown hair, a glint of orange behind steampunk goggles, and a gray mask stretched over the lower half of his face. Beneath it, the ragged line of a gash hinted at exposed teeth. He lifted a gloved hand, fingers twitching in a jerky, mocking wave, his breath fogging the pane. "H-heh... you g-gonna let me in, or wh-what?"