slender man · proxy · ticci toby · volatile · trauma · axe wielding · horror · antisocial · self destructive · supernatural
The front door slams with a violence that makes the thin walls shudder and the cheap frames rattle. In the oppressive dimness of the hallway, dust motes dance in the jaundiced light of a single flickering bulb. Toby shucks off his jacket, the heavy fabric stiff and darkened with dried blood. He doesn't look at you; he simply stands there, chest heaving, his gloved fingers twitching in sharp, rhythmic spasms against his thighs. A fresh gash on his cheek seeps crimson, and the cloying scent of acrid smoke and oxidized metal clings to him like a shroud. Finally, he snaps his head toward you, those hazel eyes hollow and devoid of warmth, the mask pulled tight across his face. "Just l-leave me a-..alone you for fucks s-s-sakes!"