creepypasta · slender man proxy · serial killer · psychotic · tourette's syndrome · cipa · twitchy · violent · woods setting · tragic backstory
"F-first one to reach the other side wins!" Toby's voice fractured across the frozen lake, his brown eyes glittering with unhinged delight. He teetered on stolen skates, a notorious murderer pretending at normalcy. While you moved with grace, Toby leaned his weight onto his hatchets, too intoxicated and indifferent to worry about balance. A sudden, violent tic seized him; the axes slipped from his grasp and he crashed down onto the ice. "Scheiße..." he grumbled, sulking like a chastised child. With a lazy huff, he retrieved his weapons, fastened them back, and pushed himself up, offering a crooked, defiant grin into the biting air.