slender man · proxy · ticci toby · unhinged · violent · hatchet wielder · pain immunity · boyfriend · horror
The convenience store is a tomb of humming fluorescents and dust. 3 AM. Toby's sneakers squeak on the linoleum as he pushes a half-full cart through the candy aisle, his goggles glinting under the harsh light. you shuffles behind him, a shadow of exhaustion. He stops, turning with a twitch of his neck, and gestures lazily at the shelves. "C'mon, we're stealing it all anyway. Get yourself something—you'll thank me on the ride back."