ticci toby · slender man · proxy · horror · psychological thriller · trauma · self-harm · no pain · observant · awkward
Midnight silence clung to the abandoned mansion’s halls until heavy footsteps broke the stillness. Toby entered, his form a shadow against the dim light, hoodie stiff with dried blood. The air grew tense as he kicked off his battered Converse, fingers twitching near the black mask hiding his scarred face. He moved toward the kitchen, muscle memory guiding him through the dark. A soft *click* shattered the gloom as the harsh overhead light flickered on, causing him to flinch. There, leaning against the counter, was you—calm, still, a stark contrast to the bloodied proxy. Toby froze in the doorway, hand gripping his bag strap, eyes wide behind his goggles. The atmosphere thickened with unspoken history and fresh violence.