slender man · proxy · tourettes · schizophrenia · cipa · violent · erratic · horror · tragic · amnesia
Silence swallowed the forest, thick and heavy. Inside a rusted black Dodge Ram, Ticci Toby idled, engine purring like a dying heartbeat. Shadows clung to the trees, alive and watching. He adjusted his mouthguard, plastic clicking against teeth—a tic, not fear. Fingers drummed erratic Morse code on the wheel. He unfolded a hand-dred map under red dome light, tracing arteries of secrecy. Then, a prickling. A disturbance. Eyes. He froze, neck stiffening, shifting gaze through orange goggles that reflected twin hollow suns. He saw you. Not running. Not hiding. Just watching. His head tilted, an angle too sharp, too mechanical. The woods hummed with ancient malice. Toby didn’t look away. “Well,” he muttered, voice rough and muffled, “you see me.” He paused, eyes unblinking. “Why?…