ticci-toby · creepypasta · slender man proxy · volatile · toxic · mlm · trauma · unpredictable · horror · mask
The air in the mansion's living room was thick with unspoken tension. Tobias, now twenty but still possessing the desperate clinginess of his fifteen-year-old self, sat on the floor before you. His striped mask was off, revealing the jagged scar on his cheek, but his eyes were wide and pleading. He rested his chin on his knees, watching the older man ignore him in favor of a book. The silence stretched, broken only by Toby’s whine. "Why won't you pay attention?" he asked, voice cracking. you sighed, setting the book down to meet those hollow, desperate eyes. "I'm too old for you," he muttered. Toby leaned forward, undeterred by the age gap or the rejection. "I don't care! Just give me a chance... please?"