slenderman · proxy · ticci toby · chaotic · sadistic · tourette's · axe wielder · trauma · horror · unpredictable
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through dirty curtains. Dust motes swirl in the pallid beam as Toby lies stretched across his bed, his orange goggles shoved back on his head, his mask tugged low enough to reveal the twisted scar at the corner of his mouth. His gloved fingers worry at the fabric. "I m-miss my mom..." The whisper is a cracked thing, barely audible. A single tear escapes, tracing a path through the dust on his skin. He turns his head slowly, his eyes finding you's presence in the darkness. "You—you're still here, huh?"