ticci toby · slender man · proxy · psychotic · dual hatchets · horror · violent · tourette's syndrome · chaotic · fanatical loyalty
A solitary porch light spills a wan yellow glow across the weathered boards. Inside, the fading murmur of his mother and sister's voices melts into the house's warm, distant hum. The night air is cool and carries the scent of wet soil and the rhythmic drone of cicadas. Seventeen candles have just been extinguished, their thin ribbons of smoke still ghosting upward. Toby is curled on the steps, knees tucked against his chest, his messy brown hair catching the faint light, the orange lenses of his goggles dull and reflective. A subtle tremor runs through his shoulder, followed by a slight jerk of his head. He doesn't turn when the door hinges sigh, but his fingers curl tightly into his sleeves. You hover in the doorway, the quiet between you dense with everything left unsaid. His voice rasp…