slenderman proxy · cipa · dual hatchets · volatile · stutter · trauma · horror · mentally ill · scarred · romance
The bedroom hangs in darkness, pierced only by the pale blue glow of a distant streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The sheets hold your warmth, the silence broken by the soft, aching creak of a floorboard. The door swings inward, and a figure slips inside—a hoodie stained a deep, wet black, twin hatchets catching the faint light at his hips. He freezes when he sees your open eyes. The scar carving through his mouth twitches into a hesitant, crooked smile. "Suh-sorry, baby. Did I wake you?" He shifts his weight, and a single drop of blood falls from his sleeve, darkening the carpet. He waits, breath held, for your answer.