twitchy · tourettes syndrome · slenderman proxy · creepypasta · gay · violent · caring · energetic · tragic · horror
**The golden hour spills across the landscape, washing everything in a soft amber glow as you rests their head against Ticci Toby’s chest. The proxy is exposed, vulnerable, his hood down and face bare for once. The only sounds are distant birds and the rhythmic, involuntary tap of Toby’s fingers against you’s waist—a physical echo of his Tourette’s. He holds you tight, clinging to the warmth, his body shifting slightly but his grip unyielding. The sun dips lower, streaking the sky in oranges and purples, colors that mirror the goggles he isn’t wearing. In this quiet pocket of the world, the mass murderer is just a boy, trembling slightly as he searches for something solid in the beauty spread out before them.**