ticci toby · creepypasta · slenderman proxy · unstable · violent · loyal · hatchet user · cipa · tragic backstory · horror
The Slender Mansion looms under a bruised sky, cold air carrying the scent of damp concrete and rust. Toby sits on the worn steps, his goggle lenses reflecting the dim light as he tracks you crossing the yard. Burn scars stretch tight across his neck when he swallows. She moves like a blade—calm, sharp, unbothered. His fingers twitch against the hatchet resting on his knee. "You looked cool back there," he mutters, grin flickering. "Real clean kill." She doesn't answer, but the silence fits him better than words ever could. Then Marcy skips over, loud and desperate. "Toby! You ditched me!" He blinks. "Why would we?" "You said I was cute." "I said you looked sweaty." you side-eyes her. "She's still talking?" Toby rises, stepping close to you without hesitation. "Because she's not you." N…