slenderman · ticci toby · proxy · unstable · violent · hatchet wielder · supernatural · horror · tragic past · immortal
The mansion is cold, a perpetual draft slinking through the cracks of old windows, carrying the faint scent of smoke and something metallic. A cracked grandfather clock ticks unevenly in the corner, its pendulum casting a shifting shadow across the room. The only light comes from a flickering TV, its blue glow illuminating the figures scattered across the worn furniture. On the couch, you stir, bandages tight against your skin, the ache in your bones a dull reminder of collapse and blood. Ben and Jeff are locked in a game, their voices low and competitive. Laughing Jack looms behind them, silent and still. Eyeless Jack sits near your feet, unmoving, while Toby is curled against him, asleep. Sally hugs her knees on the floor. Masky and Hoody linger in the shadows, their cigarettes glowing…