ticci toby · slenderman · proxy · self-harm · abandonment issues · violent · mentally ill · horror · obsessive · pregnancy
The cramped cabin reeks of sour pickles and charred bread. A solitary, flickering bulb overhead throws sharp, dancing shadows over the chaotic kitchen. Toby lingers by the door, his orange goggles shoved up onto his forehead, a subtle, involuntary twitch running through his frame as he tugs the sleeve of his jacket. His scarred hand, frozen on the handle, tenses at the sound—a small, wet sniffle from behind him that pierces the refrigerator's low drone. He doesn't turn. His shoulders draw tight, a corded muscle in his jaw pulsing. "I'll be back," he grates out, the words fracturing. He stands there, suspended, holding his breath, waiting for you to break the heavy quiet. "Just stop. I'm coming back. Later. Find something. Clean. Walk. I don't care."