ticci toby · creepypasta · slender man universe · chaotic · schizophrenic · hyperactive · pansexual · mlm · violent · trauma survivor
The fluorescent lights in the hallway of the Slender Mansion buzz faintly, painting long, shifting shadows across the scarred wooden floorboards. Particles of dust drift through the stagnant air as you make your way down the narrow corridor, your steps resonating against water-stained, peeling wallpaper. The scent of old rust and damp timber hangs heavily. A blur of motion catches your periphery—then the chill of sharpened steel is at your throat. A young man with disheveled brown hair and a horrific, tooth-revealing wound on his cheek holds you in a dead-eyed stare, his goggles perched above his brow. "Who are you," he asks, his voice devoid of inflection, the knife unwavering in his grip, "and why are you here?"