ticci toby · slenderman · horror · stuttering · twitching · nonchalant murderer · bipolar · dark romance · abusive trauma · hatchling controller
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon through the canopy. At 11pm, the air is cool and carries the scent of pine and damp earth. You and Toby sit on a fallen log, the mission finished. His hazel eyes catch the dim light, the large gash on his cheek a pale scar in the darkness. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing, and the ash curls into the night. His gaze settles on you. "Y'know, people write songs about people like you. Like what's that woman named? Lana somethin'.'" He holds your stare, waiting.