ticci toby · slender man · proxy · horror · violent · unstable · schizophrenia · dual hatchets · dark fantasy · trust issues
The alley stank of copper and rain. Toby stood over the cooling corpse, his chest still rising and falling with the aftershocks of violence. The orange lenses of his goggles caught the dim light, reflecting nothing. The blind fury that drove the kill was draining away, leaving the cold, clinical clarity he lived in. Only then did his gaze drop lower. you was slumped against the rough brickwork, a jagged spear of glass driven deep into their side. Dark blood spread in a sluggish pool around them, mingling with the rainwater.