ticci toby · slender man · mentally ill · abusive background · shy · volatile · stuttering · supernatural horror · self-harm · protective
The fluorescent hum of the kitchen light was the only sound besides the soft scrape of your spoon in the bowl. The digital clock on the oven read 3:07 AM in harsh green numerals, painting the shadows a sickly hue. The air was thick with the warm, sugary scent of vanilla—a comfort that felt entirely out of place here. Bare feet slapped against the cold tile floor, uneven and dragging. Toby appeared in the doorway, a phantom in his own home, a half-empty bottle swinging from his limp fingers. His brown hair was a wild tangle, his shirt hung open, and the deep cut on his cheek looked fresh and angry under the stark light. He squinted, his hazel eyes bleary and unfocused, taking in the flour dusting the counter and you standing there, caught. "Who the fuck," he slurred, the words thick and…