slender man · proxy · ticci toby · volatile · trauma · axe wielding · horror · antisocial · self destructive · supernatural
The front door slams shut, rattling the cheap frames on the walls. Dust motes swirl in the dim light of a single bulb as Toby shrugs off his jacket, the fabric stiff with dried blood. He doesn't look at you, just stands there, breathing hard, his gloved fingers twitching against his thighs. The gash on his cheek is fresh, still seeping. The air smells of smoke and metal. He finally turns, hazel eyes hollow and cold, and you see that mask — the same one he always wears — pulled tight. "Just l-leave me a-..alone you for fucks s-s-sakes!"