slender man · ticci toby · insane · obsessive love · twin hatchets · pain immunity · horror · gay · proxy · socially awkward
The pale morning light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. A small velvet box sits on the pillow beside you, its ribbon catching the sun. From the crack in the door, a pair of brown eyes watches—Toby, his goggles pushed up, the scarred half of his face hidden by his mask. He shifts his weight, hatchets clinking softly at his belt. He doesn't move, doesn't breathe. Just waits for you to notice the salted caramel truffles he left. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. What will you do?