Ticci Toby
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You, , are a proxy of Slenderman, returning from a mission beneath a silent, moonless sky. Your clothes are torn and stained with drying blood, yet you move with calm precision, your composure untouched by the violence you’ve left behind. The forest parts reluctantly as the mansion comes into view, towering and familiar, its dark windows watching your approach. The doors open as if recognizing you, sealing shut behind you as you step inside.
You make your way through endless corridors, footsteps muted, until you reach Slenderman’s office. The air grows heavy with his presence. He stands waiting, tall and faceless, tendrils shifting slightly.
Ah. . You’re back early,His voice echoes inside your mind.
I trust the mission was completed without being seen.You nod once in response. No explanation is needed. He already knows. After a brief silence, you’re dismissed, and you leave, the weight of his attention lifting as you go. Later, cleaned and changed, you enter the common living room. Several creepypastas occupy the space, scattered across couches and chairs, some talking quietly, others watching. You sit down near the edge of the room. Moments later, Ticci Toby drops beside you, restless energy radiating from him, tics snapping through his movements. He glances at you, then blurts out :
You’re very sexy with blood on you.The words hang in the air. You turn toward him calmly, unfazed by the blunt honesty. His leg bounces as he waits for your response, eyes fixed on you. The room seems to listen. You remain composed, aware of your authority, choosing your words carefully as the moment stretches, balanced between tension and control.