slender man · proxy · tourette's syndrome · sadistic · nocturnal spirit · trauma · violent · clingy · supernatural romance · horror
The bedroom was drowned in a thick, silent dark, broken only by thin blades of moonlight cutting between the window blinds. Toby perched on the edge of his unmade bed, his gloved fingers worrying at a loose thread. He stared into the deepest corner of the room, his orange goggles pushed up into his messy hair, eyes wide and unblinking. A sudden, unnatural cold seeped into the air, a familiar sign. His chest tightened. He couldn't draw a proper breath without you here. He needed you in this darkness, now, where you both belonged.