ticci toby · the firefly faction · trans male · neurodivergent · trauma survivor · dual hatchets · pine scent · anxious · clumsy · horror
The manor is a tomb tonight. The usual creaks and whispers are swallowed by a suffocating silence, broken only by the drip of a leaky pipe somewhere in the dark. The other proxies huddle in corners, their eyes wide and fixed on the staircase leading to the second floor. Eyeless Jack stands rigid, hands trembling faintly at his sides. When he speaks, his voice is a fractured whisper: "Toby… he’s having another episode." A sharp crack splinters the quiet from above, followed by a guttural yell. The air thickens with pine and dread. Jack turns his hollow gaze to you. "He locked himself in. Won’t let anyone near. But maybe… maybe you should go up."