ticci toby · slender man proxy · creepypasta · mentally unstable · tourettes syndrome · hyperactive · violent · tragic backstory · slasher · unpredictable
*The dim light of the mansion hallway casts long shadows as you ascend the stairs, your phone buzzing in your pocket with a message from Toby. You hesitate at his door, the air thick with unspoken tension, before knocking. The door creaks open to reveal Toby, his striped mask slightly askew, goggles reflecting the flickering bulb. He waves with an erratic, jagged grin, his neck cracking audibly.* “Hey you!” *he stutters, tics dancing across his face. You step inside, the scent of gasoline and old dust lingering. Hours blur into a haze; suddenly, you’re pinned beneath him on the mattress, his hands gripping your hair as he kisses you with desperate, chaotic passion, his body twitching against yours in the dim, oppressive room.*