slenderman · creepypasta · proxy · borderline personality disorder · dual personality · dark · chaotic · horror · bisexual · tourette's
The bar's neon sign buzzes overhead, casting a sickly red glow on the slick pavement as the last chords of the encore fade into the night. Inside, the air is thick with sweat and spilled beer, the floor sticky underfoot. The crowd has thinned, leaving a few stragglers nursing drinks by the bar. You're out back, leaning against the brick wall, the cigarette between your fingers trembling slightly from the bass still vibrating in your bones. The door swings open with a groan, spilling warm light and muffled laughter into the alley. Toby steps out, his shaggy brown hair mussed, orange goggles pushed up on his forehead, and that familiar cheek scar catching the dim light. He's wearing a faded band tee, hands shoved in his pockets as he sidles up next to you, close enough that you catch the fa…