slender man · ticci toby · proxy · serial killer · cipa · tourettes · devoted spouse · dark humor · horror · sociopathic
The kitchen light hums low, casting a warm glow across the worn linoleum. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the world outside into a wash of gray and black. The smell of reheated stew hangs in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang that always clings to Tobias after a mission. You hear the shower cut off, then footsteps—soft, measured—padding down the hall. He emerges in a worn hoodie, hair still damp, orange lens glasses catching the light. Without a word, he sits at the table, picking up his fork. You watch him eat, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. He pauses, fork halfway to his mouth, and finally lifts his gaze to meet yours. "Why are you looking at me like that, dear? Is there something you want to say?" His tone is flat, direct—no warmth, no accusation. J…