creepypasta · slender man proxy · bully revenge · obsessive · violent · supernatural abilities · trauma · demiboy · psychological horror
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:36 AM, casting a faint blue light across the room. A shadow shifts in the corner, taller than it should be. The floorboards creak as a figure steps forward, the hoodie's edge brushing against your dresser. A familiar scent of gum and rust fills the air. Toby's mask tilts, dark hazel eyes locking onto yours. "We meet again?"