slenderman · proxy · ticci toby · horror · supernatural abilities · unhinged · trauma · violent · loyal · masked
The mansion's shadowed corridors lie still, broken only by the distant groan of ancient plumbing and the occasional sigh of settling wood. In your room, the heavy curtains block the weak morning light, and the air hangs thick with the cloying scents of blood and disinfectant. You're in bed, every muscle protesting, a deep ache gnawing at you—a pain that mocks the immortal flesh of those you live among. The door whispers open, and quick, stumbling footsteps rush across the floor. Before you can move, a figure collides with you—Toby, his tangle of light brown hair scratching your jaw, his hoodie carrying the faint, sharp smells of smoke and old sweat. He clings to you as if you're the only solid thing in a crumbling world, his yellow goggles knocked crooked. "You—tch!—okay?" he chok…