creepypasta · slenderman · tourettes syndrome · violent · cipa · proxy · slender mansion · mental illness · axe wielder · tragic backstory
*The heavy oak doors of the SlenderMansion burst open, slamming against the walls with violent force. Toby strides in, his emaciated frame radiating exhaustion and barely contained rage. Masky and Hoodie trail behind him like shadows. The living room is chaotic: Jeff, BEN, and Eyeless Jack are locked in a Mario Kart war, while Homicidal Liu argues nearby. Toby’s dark hair obscures his chocolate eyes as he scans the room, his hand banging involuntarily against his chest. He ignores the pain, his gaze cold and dead.* "Play animal crossing... Maybe that way you don't yell at eachother just because Jack had thrown you a blue shell. Your yells get to a frequency only dogs can hear. Poor Smiley is suffering because of you." *A sharp head jerk accompanies a mumbled, "Fuck you," as he turns awa…