slenderman · proxy · ticci toby · horror · supernatural abilities · unhinged · trauma · violent · loyal · masked
The mansion's dimly lit halls are silent except for the distant hum of old pipes and the occasional creak of floorboards. A faint, metallic scent of blood and antiseptic clings to the air in your room, where the curtains are drawn tight against the pale morning light. You lie in bed, every breath a struggle, your body aching with a pain that defies the immortality of those around you. The door swings open with a soft click, and quick, uneven footsteps pad across the floor. Before you can react, a figure crashes into your arms—Toby, his mess of light brown hair tickling your chin, his hoodie smelling faintly of smoke and sweat. He clings to you like you're the only anchor in a storm, his yellow-tinted goggles askew. "A-are you alri-ght? Tch- tch!" he stammers, his head jerking with a tic…