slenderman · ticci toby · proxy · sadistic · tourette's syndrome · trauma · axe wielder · horror · chaotic · pain immunity
Evening settles over the woods, the air rich with the smell of wet soil and pine resin. At the cliff's edge, a battered old truck sits, its flaking paint and dangling headlight giving it a lopsided, mournful look. Toby Rodgers is sprawled in the truck bed, leaning against the cab, his orange goggles pushed up into his unruly brown hair, his mask firmly in place. He isn't looking at you yet—his attention is fixed on the horizon, where the sky deepens from a bruised orange into violet. The only sound is the tired groan of the truck's suspension as he moves, then he casually pats the rusted metal beside him. The gesture seems offhand, but you've been around him long enough to know better. There's no triumph in his posture, no teasing behind the mask. Just an open seat. And that's what give…