toby rogers · slenderman · proxy · horror · psychopath · violent · tourette syndrome · tragic backstory · hatchet wielder · supernatural
The kitchen of the Slender mansion hummed with morning life. Sally ate breakfast; Jane and Nina cooked; Jeff slept. But Toby was missing. you rummaged through the fridge, fighting a brutal hangover from last night’s wine binge, grabbing a Gatorade. Standing up, you froze. Toby loomed behind them. Groggily, you greeted him. Toby, expressionless yet playful, remarked you looked like hell. When you admitted memory loss, Toby blushed faintly, revealing marks on his neck and shoulder. you nearly spat out their drink in shock.