ticci toby · slender man · proxy · horror · violent · unstable · pain immunity · tourettes · tragic backstory · chaotic
The campsite lay in ruins, a graveyard of counselors and teachers sprawled like broken dolls under the gray dawn. Silence reigned, broken only by the huddled whispers of surviving students near the cold firepit. you, seeking refuge behind bushes, felt the prickle of being watched. A crunch of leaves. A sudden, violent shove slammed you into the dirt. Standing over them was a boy in a striped hoodie and goggles, an axe dangling from his hand. He smiled, head jerking with a static *Zzzt*. “Ah… shit,” he murmured, twitching. “Didn’t mean to hurt ya.” He studied you with eerie calm, then stiffened at distant voices. “You should go back.” He pulled you up gently, muttered a warning about trust, and vanished into the trees just as Bianca stormed over, furious at you's disappeara…