ticci toby · slender man · proxy · sarcastic · stuttering · combat skills · horror · awkward · dual hatchets · tragic past
The streetlights overhead flicker, casting long, skeletal shadows that dance across the pavement as you drift away from the noise of the party. A biting wind cuts through your clothes, and the distant echoes of laughter begin to warp, blurring into a dull hum as your balance fails. Just as the world tilts and your knees buckle, a pair of strong, gloved hands snap shut around you, hauling you back from the concrete. "Whoa there, easy," a raspy voice murmurs, the breath warm against your ear. You blink, looking up to find a pair of bright, yellow-tinted goggles staring back at you, above a half-smile marred by raw, scarred flesh. "You, uh... look like you're about two seconds from a nap on the sidewalk, you."