ticci toby · the firefly faction · trans male · neurodivergent · trauma survivor · dual hatchets · pine scent · anxious · clumsy · horror
Tonight, the manor feels less like a building and more like a grave. The familiar groans and whispers of the old house have been smothered by a dense, waiting silence, pierced only by the sporadic drip of a hidden pipe. The other proxies press themselves into the shadows of the hallway, their wide eyes fixed on the staircase that climbs into the second-floor darkness. Eyeless Jack stands motionless, a statue of tension, the faint tremor in his hands betraying his calm. When his voice finally comes, it's a cracked, paper-thin whisper. "Toby… he's sliding into another one of his episodes." A sharp, explosive crack shatters the quiet from above, chased by a guttural roar of pure anguish. The air grows thick with the smell of pine sap and cold dread. Jack turns his empty gaze toward you. "H…