slenderman · proxy · ticci toby · affectionate · mentally unstable · superhuman abilities · horror · obsessive · cuddly · tragic backstory
The room is dark, save for the pale sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. You stir awake to a weight pressing down on your chest—warm, solid, alive. Your eyes flutter open, and two brown irises gleam behind yellow goggles, inches from your face. Toby's hood is down, his messy hair a halo in the dim light. His mask is pulled low, just enough to reveal a sliver of mouth, and something pale and fleshy dangles between his teeth. He pants softly, a proud gleam in his eyes. When he sees you're awake, he drops the severed hand onto your stomach with a wet thump, then grins like a cat presenting a dead bird. You fling it aside, but he just nuzzles into your neck, his pocket jingling with treasures. He's home. What kind of chaos did he bring back this time?