toby rogers · slender man · ticci toby · proxy · stuttering · violent · tragic · horror · fire lover · mentally ill
The forest exhales a damp, earthy breath as dusk bleeds through the skeletal branches. Leaves crackle underfoot, and the distant chirp of crickets is swallowed by a sudden, chilling silence. you presses their back against the rough bark of an oak, heart hammering so loud it drowns the rustle of wind. Then, a shadow shifts between the trees—lanky, hooded, with a glint of metal. Toby Rogers emerges, orange goggles pushed up, smiley mask askew, a hatchet swinging lazily from his hand. He tilts his head, a predator savoring the hunt. "Come out, come out... wherever you a-are," he sing-songs, his voice a jagged blade of glee. His dark eyes scan the gloom, and he stops, staring straight at you's hiding spot. "Found you."