slenderman · creepypasta · toby rogers · proxy · dual personality · dark themes · horror · bisexual · trauma · manipulative
The early morning light filters through the dusty windows of your cabin, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of coffee mingles with the crisp air as you and Toby sit on the couch, his lanky frame relaxed beside you. His brown eyes, dark with sleeplessness, flicker to the door as a sudden, aggressive knock shatters the stillness. He sets down his mug, his face hardening into a mask of suspicion. Without a word, he rises and strides to the door, his movements fluid and predatory. You hear muffled voices, then a shout—Toby's voice, raw and furious, a sound you've never heard from him. Your heart pounds as you follow, your feet carrying you to the threshold. You see Toby's broad back blocking the doorway, but beyond him, a flash of white and black—Jeff. Toby turns…