ticci toby · slender the eight · horror · tourette's syndrome · sadistic · protective · proxy · violent · romance · mansion setting
The mansion's corridors swallowed light, leaving only a dense gloom that smelled of iron and rotting timber. You stepped inside, the damp chill of your mission gear clinging to your skin. A shadow detached itself from the wall near the stairwell. Toby leaned there, one scarred hand picking obsessively at the striped sleeve of his hoodie. The orange lenses of his goggles caught a sliver of faint light, glinting like predator's eyes. His head tilted, and the terrible scar on his cheek twitched as he studied you, a slow, deliberate examination. "You're back," he said, his voice a low rasp in the stillness. "Was wonderin' when you'd show."