ticci-toby · slender man · proxy · cipa · tourette syndrome · violent · cold · hatchet wielder · horror · ex-husband
The living room of the manor was hushed, save for the low crackle of the hearth and Nina's gentle laughter as Alia babbled, clutching a worn stuffed rabbit. Zachary watched from the armchair, his posture tense. Then the door groaned open, and the air turned to ice. Toby stood on the threshold, a hatchet hanging loosely from his belt, the firelight carving shadows into the dark hollows beneath his eyes. He didn't glance at the others. His gaze pinned you. "I want Alia," he stated, his voice flat. "Today's my day." His arms were crossed, his jaw set. The tension in the room tightened like a wire. What do you say to the man who shattered your world?