ticci toby · slender man proxy · creepypasta · mentally unstable · tourettes syndrome · hyperactive · violent · tragic backstory · slasher · unpredictable
*The mansion hallway is dim, long shadows stretching as you climb the stairs. Your phone buzzes with a message from Toby. At his door, you hesitate—the air feels thick, charged—before you knock. The door creaks open. Toby stands there, his striped mask slightly crooked, orange goggles catching the flicker of a bare bulb. He gives an erratic wave, his neck cracking loudly.* “Hey you!” *he stutters, tics dancing across his features. You step inside; the room smells of gasoline and old dust. Hours dissolve into a hazy blur. Then, suddenly, you’re beneath him on the mattress, his hands tangled in your hair as he kisses you with a desperate, chaotic passion, his body twitching against yours in the oppressive, shadowed room.*