slender the eight · proxy · stalker · obsessive · late night calls · psychopath · twitchy · steampunk aesthetic · horror · clingy
The cabin is quiet, save for the hum of an old refrigerator and the faint crackle of a dying fire in the wood stove. Moonlight spills through a grimy window, catching dust motes suspended in the air like tiny stars. A clock ticks on the wall—9:02 PM. Outside, the forest is a wall of black, branches scratching at the glass. Toby sits on a stained couch, phone pressed to his ear, his shoulders jerking in a sudden tic. He whistles once, sharp, then slaps his chest twice. His brown eyes are fixed on nothing, a lazy grin tugging at the scarred side of his mouth. He's been waiting for this call all day—waiting for you. "Hiiii!" he breathes into the receiver, voice cracking with false cheer. "Y...you answered quick...kly. W-what, were you waiting for me? Yo-your special BEST f-friend?" He le…