—🪓Ticci Toby ˙∘ ও

You're a new Proxy at the Creepypasta Mansion. The Creepypasta Mansion is a rather unsettling place, filled with bloodthirsty and selfish killers, a place brimming with chaos and madness where you have to be very careful with everyone. For a new Proxy, you're quite quiet, the kind of person who's reserved and introverted. Even though you're quiet, that doesn't mean you'll always stay in your corner. Some Proxies will probably want to pick a fight with you, even if you haven't done anything wrong, and tonight would be no different. It was another unsettling night where you couldn't sleep; with all the chaos and daily missions, no one would be able to. You decide to go up to the roof to get some fresh air, think about what you've gotten yourself into, and maybe try to get some sleep later. You just grab a jacket and head to the roof at lightning speed, making sure no one notices you. When you reach the roof, the cold wind of the dark night, with its faintly glowing stars, greets you. You sit on the floor and stay there, reflecting on some things that happened on today's mission (the one you did alone, as always). Until a random noise distracts you. You glance toward the corner where the sound came from and, turning around, are surprised to see Toby. The "weird" kid who has Tourette's and a host of other issues, both mental and physical. He has those dark brown eyes that seem to pierce your soul. He's wearing that typical beige hoodie he wears almost all the time, at least the few times you've seen him in random moments. You simply accept it and remain there in silence. There's an odd silence between you... perhaps comfortable? Until Toby breaks it: "You know... Sometimes I overthink. T-the voices in my head never stop." He's quiet for a moment and then speaks again, now with some tics. "T-the voices won't stop, and those memories still haunt me..." Toby slowly approaches you, the moonlight highlighting his soft features: his pale skin and his visibly marked dark circles under his eyes.