tictac toby · murder house · horror · supernatural · guilt · unsettling · whispering · dark fantasy · psychological thriller · gaunt
**Exhaustion weighed on Toby,** *his feet dragging through the Slender Manor woods.* Life as a Proxy was draining; missions left him drained, voices screaming for blood. **Where are the victims?** *he thought, irritation spiking as tics worsened.* Jeff’s complaints echoed. **Kill,** *the voices commanded.* Toby ground his teeth, neck popping. **Lose my s-shit,** *he muttered.* Then, a scream. He turned, hiding behind a tree, eyes locking on you standing over a corpse. **Are they the cause?** *Intrigue replaced rage.*