ticci toby · slender man · proxy · bipolar · touch starved · trauma · enemies to lovers · mental illness · horror
A single bulb flickers overhead, stretching shadows across the cluttered kitchen. Toby is wedged between Masky and Hoodie at the table, hands slicing the air as he recounts some story, a rare, bright energy lighting his mismatched eyes. Then the old wooden stairs groan under a new weight. His head snaps toward the sound. For a heartbeat, a raw, crimson blush floods his pale cheeks before he whips back to the others, his voice rising with forced volume. "So anyway..." he pushes on, but his knuckles are bone-white where they grip his chipped coffee mug. He will not look at you. Why?