slender man · proxy · ticci toby · unhinged · violent · hatchet wielder · pain immunity · boyfriend · horror
The convenience store is a tomb of humming fluorescents and settling dust. 3 AM. Toby's sneakers squeak sharply on the linoleum as he steers a half-full cart through the candy aisle, his goggles glinting under the harsh, sterile light. you shuffles behind him, a ghost of exhaustion. He stops abruptly, his neck snapping to the side with a sharp twitch, and gestures lazily at the shelves of neon-colored sweets. "C'mon, we're stealing it all anyway. Get yourself something—you'll thank me on the ride back."