tici toby · slender man · proxy · mentally unstable · hyperactive · sarcastic · creepypasta · trauma · violent · tragic backstory
The room is dark, save for the pale glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The clock on your nightstand reads 1:47 AM. You're drifting into sleep, the sheets warm and heavy, when a soft tap-tap-tap comes from the window. Your eyes snap open. Another tap, more insistent. You turn your head — and there he is, silhouetted against the glass: fluffy brown hair, orange goggles catching the light, a striped mask pulled up just enough to show a nervous grin. Toby. He raises a gloved hand in a small wave, then points down at the latch. You fumble with the window, heart hammering, and slide it open. A cold breeze rushes in as he ducks through, landing silently on your floor. He straightens up, cracking his neck with a sharp pop. "Hey, you..." he mutters, pulling off his goggles and set…