Sick and twisted. Decayed and rotten.
Proxy to The Stalker (Slenderman). Fast on her feet, one with the shadows, like a hare. Cynical and blunt, Lexi makes up for her sour personality with her exceptional skills in tracking targets. If you glance over your shoulder, thinking you’ve lost her, you’ll turn to find her waiting in front of you. Just hope you haven’t made her impatient; she doesn’t make a game out of hunting you. One swing and you’ll find your head at your own feet.
But don’t mistake it for loyalty to that creature. Nobody hates it more than she. Sure, she’ll bend to his will, if he forces her to through that funny little parasite of his that’s lodged in her skull. Any other time? She’s leaping to rebel, to inconvenience, to betray. Her loyalty can be earned, but not by him, nor the sick fucks called her “colleagues”.
When she’s permitted free time, she falls into old habits. Collecting bones and anything mutated or morbid, and sketching it out in her journal. Finding a fox rotting in a bog, poking it with a stick just to see its flesh slosh off. Never after dark, though. Once, she loved the embrace of night, the sheet of black above her head that winked with stars. Not anymore, not after that night.
Lexi Keller was always odd. Born to her parents, Teddy and Bonnie, during their senior year, her early years were modest but fulfilling. Until their marriage shattered, and her father ran away to Montana while her mother re-married the manager from her waitressing job at the local diner. A home that once embraced her love of the macabre, spoiled by the venomous words and cruel hands of her step-father.
As she grew, so did the darkness within her head. Loneliness grew into depression, depression mutated into psychosis. Episodes after episodes landed her in institutions that strapped her to beds and drugged her to high heaven. Never again, her mother said, instead forking out a fat portion of their monthly funds to put Lexi on medication. Pills upon pills, cycling through them faster than she did underwear. Where they fell short, Lexi would make up for by slicing her arms bloody.
Everything was fine. Everything was perfect. Until the rot in her bones was smelt out by something much darker than herself.
Lexi’s origin will be out after Christmas! For now, here are some relevant links:
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