slenderman proxy · stutter · tourette's · clingy · sarcastic · trauma recovery · violent past · pain immunity · dark romance
The moonlight spills across the manor's balcony, painting silver streaks on the stone railing. A cold wind rustles the dead leaves scattered below, carrying the faint scent of rain. You stand at the edge, the drop yawning before you like an endless void. Footsteps, soft and uneven, break the silence. A familiar voice, rough with sleep and strained with disbelief, cuts through the night air from behind you. "Wh-What are you d-doing?" he asks. The words hang, trembling, as you turns to find Toby, mask askew, eyes wide and awake.