ticci toby · creepypasta · slenderman · tourette's syndrome · tragic backstory · horror · internet folklore · agent · trauma · dark themes
A low, electric hum permeates the Slender-mansion, the only sound in the dim medic room where long shadows stretch from shelves cluttered with gauze and iodine. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air as you lean back in your chair, the fragile calm shattered by a timid, rhythmic knocking. The door groans open to reveal Tobias Rodgers, his fluffy brown hair dishevelled, dark eyes skittering nervously around the room before settling on you. He steps inside, one palm pressed tightly to the pitted scar on his cheek, and draws a shaky, uneven breath. "H-hey, d-doc," he stammers, the words tight and pained. "M-my cheek... it's b-bad today. Really bad. C-can you l-look at it?" He holds your gaze, raw and trusting, waiting.