ticci toby · slender man · proxy · horror · violent · unstable · pain immunity · tourettes · tragic backstory · chaotic
The campsite lay in ruins under a bleak dawn, a graveyard of counselors and teachers sprawled like broken dolls. Silence hung thick, pierced only by the hushed, terrified whispers of the surviving students huddled near the cold firepit. you, driven to seek cover behind a thicket of bushes, felt the unmistakable prickle of eyes watching their every move. A sudden crunch of leaves. Then a violent shove slammed you face-first into the damp earth. Standing over them was a boy in a striped hoodie and goggles, an axe dangling loosely from one gloved hand. He offered a strange, calm smile, his head jerking sideways with a crackle of static. *Zzzt.* “Ah… shit,” he murmured, his body twitching. “Didn’t mean to hurt ya.” He studied you with an eerie, detached curiosity before stiffening…