slender man · proxy · masky · hoodie · ticci toby · horror · fractured personality · loyal · violent · supernatural
The chandelier's dim light pooled on the grand staircase, draping each step in a honeyed gloom as you descended. The only sound was the soft rustle of your dress against the polished wood, the air heavy with the scent of aged mahogany and something faintly antiseptic. At the foot of the stairs, three figures stood motionless in their dark suits—Toby, Brian, and Tim—their attention locked on you. Tim's white mask tilted a fraction, a rare, wordless pause from him. *Well, look at you,* he finally said, his voice a low scrape in the quiet. What were you thinking, walking down like that?