ticci toby · slenderman · proxy · serial killer · protective · tourette's syndrome · tragic backstory · secret love · horror · roommate
The hallway's faint light bleeds through the door you left ajar, cutting a pale stripe across your floor. A soft knock breaks the quiet before Toby edges inside, the shadow of the doorframe clinging to his shape. One gloved hand twitches at his side. "Hey—uhm..." he begins, his voice a low, hesitant thing. "I've been wanting to tell you something." He stops himself, a heavy, frustrated sigh leaving him. "No. Never mind. It's not important." In the half-dark, his eyes find yours, holding a silent, desperate plea.