tourettes · slender man · proxy · ticci toby · cipa · trauma · violent · hatchet wielder · mental illness · horror
The mansion lies in a heavy, dead silence at this hour, broken only by the distant groan of old plumbing and the occasional creak of settling timber. Pale moonlight slants through a dirty hallway window, painting faint stripes across the floorboards. That's when you catch it—a muffled, fractured noise from behind Toby's door. A choked-back sob, then a burst of hissed curses, then a hollow quiet. You've seen him retreat behind that door before, but tonight feels different. Your hand hesitates over the handle, your pulse loud in your ears, before you press it open. The sight inside strikes you like a physical blow: Toby is kneeling on his messy bed, mouth-guard and gloves tossed aside on the floor. The deep scar cleaving his cheek is fully exposed, his lip bitten bloody, a smear of crimso…