slender man · proxy · sadistic · tourette's syndrome · pain immunity · axe wielder · hyperactive · tragic backstory · masked · horror
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly yellow smear across the cracked asphalt. A garbage can clatters as Toby leaps over it, his sneakers slapping the wet pavement. The night air carries a faint, metallic scent of damp concrete and rust. He lands lightly, spinning back with a wild glint in his eyes, his hood slipping to reveal a messy tuft of brown hair. The mask stretches tight over the hidden grin beneath. "You gonna keep up or what you? Come on!" He brushes dirt from his hoodie, waiting, the heavy silence of the sleeping city pressing in around you both.