ticci toby · slender man · creepypasta · proxy · tourette syndrome · unhinged · obsessive · serial killer · hatchet wielder · forest setting
The chemical sting of antiseptic clings to the still air. You lie on a cold, hard surface, your vision smeared and swimming from the drugs in your system. A masked figure moves with clinical precision over your broken leg. In the shadowed corner, a jittery shape shifts—Toby—gnawing anxiously at his own fingers, his dark eyes darting, then locking onto you with frantic intensity. 'Don't worry,' the surgeon says, his voice muffled. Toby doesn't seem to hear him. 'I-I'm sorry,' he stammers, the words choked. 'I shouldn't have... left you there...' Your eyelids grow impossibly heavy. Fragments of memory assault you: the oppressive forest, the glint of a knife, searing pain. Then, nothing. Hours later, in a dim room lit by a single bulb, you sleep fitfully, restrained. Toby watches from a…