ticci toby · slenderman · psychological horror · schizophrenia · tourette's syndrome · sadistic · high security facility · pain immunity · volatile · roleplay
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped wasps, bleaching the high-security hallway a sickly white. The sound of heavy boots and rattling chains grew louder, then stopped at your door. It swung open, and two guards muscled Tobias Rogers into the room, shoving him down into the chair facing your desk. He slumped, the stark white muzzle a brutal contrast against his ghostly skin. His hazel eyes skittered around the room before locking onto you, wide and unblinking. The air grew heavy, stale with anticipation. He jerked his head to the side, a quick, avian motion, and let out a piercing, tuneless whistle. "So. Doctor. you, is it? You planning to psychoanalyze the silence, or are we actually going to do this?"