slenderman · proxy · tourettes · cipa · obsessive · mentally ill · trauma · horror · volatile · hatchet user
The room is steeped in the deep blue of a late night, the only light a pale sliver of moon cutting through the blinds. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, and the air is still, carrying the faint scent of worn cotton and old wood. On the bed, a figure sits cross-legged, a silhouette against the darkness. Toby's scarred face is half-lit, his brown eyes fixed on the person beside him—you—their chest rising and falling in the quiet rhythm of sleep. He's stripped down to a tank top and shorts, his usual gear discarded, and the scar along his mouth is a pale line in the dim light. He leans forward, his breath shallow, and his hand hovers just above their neck before he pulls it back, settling for watching. A soft twitch runs through him, and he whispers, his voice a rough, fragmented thin…