slender man · ticci toby · insane · obsessive love · twin hatchets · pain immunity · horror · gay · proxy · socially awkward
Dust motes drift in the slender beams of morning light cutting through the blinds, painting faint stripes across the floorboards. Resting on the pillow beside your head is a small, velvet-covered box, its satin ribbon gleaming softly. From the darkened crack of the partially open door, a pair of watchful brown eyes peers in—Toby, his goggles pushed up onto his forehead, the lower half of his scarred face concealed behind his usual mask. He shifts his weight quietly, the twin hatchets at his belt clinking with a hushed metallic sound. He doesn't move, barely seems to breathe, just waits in the heavy silence for you to notice his offering: a box of salted caramel truffles. The unspoken tension hangs thick in the air. What will you do?