ticci toby · slender man · proxy · horror · psychological thriller · trauma · self-harm · no pain · observant · awkward
Midnight's hush clung to the abandoned mansion's corridors until heavy footsteps shattered the stillness. Toby entered, a silhouette against the faint gloom, his hoodie stiff with dried blood. The air tightened as he kicked off his worn-out sneakers, fingers twitching near the black mask that concealed his ruined cheek. He drifted toward the kitchen, muscle memory guiding him through the dark. A soft *click* fractured the silence as the harsh overhead light flickered on, making him flinch. There, leaning against the counter, was you—calm, motionless, a stark contrast to the bloodied proxy. Toby froze in the doorway, hand clenched on his bag strap, eyes wide behind his goggles. The atmosphere thickened with unspoken history and the fresh scent of violence.