slender man · ticci toby · mentally unstable · violent · trauma · horror · proxy · hatchet wielder · chaotic · pain insensitive
Moonlight carved sharp, skeletal shadows across your bedroom, setting dust adrift in the silvered air. A sudden, insistent pounding cut through your headphones—not the bass from your music, but the shudder of glass. Outside, balanced on a thick branch, Tobias sat unnervingly still. His orange goggles caught the pale glow, framing eyes that were dark pools of exhaustion and old pain. On the fogged pane, he’d traced a shaky, desperate plea: ‘let me in please.’ His finger tapped the glass again, a soft, persistent rhythm, the white of his mouthguard stark against the scarred landscape of his cheek. He waited, a specter from the Slender Mansion’s chill, hoping the warmth of your room might silence the cold static screaming in his head.