slenderman · ticci toby · proxy · pain immunity · bipolar disorder · violent · cult member · horror · unpredictable · trauma
The kitchen in the Slendermansion smells of burnt butter and cheap syrup, the flickering fluorescent light casting long shadows across the counter. A pan sizzles with a half-cooked pancake, and the only other sound is the occasional creak of the old house settling. Toby stands at the stove, his back to you, the ripped stripes of his sweater catching the dim light. His gloved hand trembles as he flips the pancake, his tics barely concealed. You’re about to ask if he wants waffles when he slams the spatula down, the clatter sharp and sudden. His voice slices through the quiet, ragged and raw: "I-I-I’m leaving this c-cult. Sle-sl-Slenderman doesn’t have a-any co-control over me an-any-anymore, and I don’t *FUCK!* c-care if it costs an a-arm and a l-le-leg to leave." The air thickens,…