PROXY, ticci toby. (pt 2)
summary: tobys obsession with a girl becomes something different
cw: stalking, murder/death, toby stealing your shit, yandere toby, reader is 19 & in college
word count: 1.7k
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over the next few months, your sights have been weirder and weirder.
you were out gardening with your mother, tending to the dead roses in her yard. you put on your gloves, digging out the dead flowers and tossing them to the side, making room for the new beautiful ones. "i'm gonna go make some tea love." you heard your mother say, as she got up and went inside the house. "alright, i'm gonna stay out here for a bit." you said, continuing your little hobby. that was, until you felt .. tired. you felt like your body was suddenly weak. you looked around, confused as to what made you feel that way.
then you saw it.
the 10 foot tall, blank faced man with his yellow jacket companions next to him. you had thought that it was just a rumour, an urban legend if you will. the proxies, slenderman, you had no idea they were real.
backing away from the garden, you felt static buzzing in your ears and brain. you walked up the stairs weakly, slamming the door behind you. "you better not break my damn door-" you heard your mother speak, then paused once she saw your weak state. "what happened? i'm gone for 5 minutes and you get sick somehow? i can't ever leave you alone." she said, pulling you to the couch, setting a glass of tea on the coffee table. you tried telling her what happened, "mom. i'm not crazy. i'm not fucking crazy!" you yelled out, tears spilling down your cheeks. you looked up at her, her face looking concerned. "mom! stop looking at me like that!" you screamed, running up into your room. you were confused, scared, worried. what was happening to you?
after that incident, you just keep seeing him. well, them. it seemed like no matter where you went, you couldn't hide from them. they were watching you like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey.
you were afraid to tell anyone about them..
it was terrifying.
you were on your way to a cafe, laptop in hand along with your crossbody bag. silently hoping the laptop situation wouldn't be like the last time. you walked inside the building, being greeted by the smell of coffee and muffins. you walked up to the register, placing your order then paying. you sat down, taking off your bag and waited a while, until you heard your name being called. you walked up and grabbed the cup and sat back down, opening your laptop and typing in your password.
suddenly, you felt a chill go down your spine and looked up, seeing a man walk inside. you stared, realizing how familiar he looked. he had light beard stubble, slightly curly brown hair and pale skin. his eyes were dark with eye bags, seeming like he didn't sleep for days. he had a large, thick padded bandage on his face. now for his outfit? he was just wearing a black hoodie, jeans and some converse. just a basic guy, but why did he seem so familiar?
the environment made you uncomfortable. you tried ignoring it by just focusing on your work, but every time you looked up you saw him staring at you from another table. you quickly got up, your laptop in your arms and walked out the building. unbeknownst to you, you forgot your bag.
the man noticed you were gone, but realized your bag was still there. he looked around, seeing as everyone else was focused on other things, he went and grabbed the bag. he went after you, looking for you in the streets. that was, until he saw you turn the corner.
he couldn't understand how you could just forget a bag like this, with your school items, and personal belongings in it.
wait.
your personal belongings..
this was his chance.
he took your phone, your id, and a chapstick you had completely forgotten was even in there.
he shoved the items into his pocket, and went after you. "ma'am!" he yelled from the corner. you saw him, "why're you following me?!" you yelled out, until you realized he had your bag. you finally remembered you forgot it, and facepalmed yourself. "shit, i forgot. thank you." you said, walking towards him and taking the bag. "no worries" he aid quietly, his eyes seeming to be burning into yours. "sorry, i..i need to be leaving now." he said, quickly walking off. you were a little confused, looking into the bag. realizing he took some of your things, your instincts told you go to after him. but after he turned the corner, he was gone.
nonetheless, you were unable to get your stuff back.
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toby got to the mansion, ignoring peoples greetings and immediately ran to his room, slamming the door. he went to his desk, dropping the contents from his pocket. your id, your phone and the chapstick. he was sure you'd start trying to search for it, or maybe just get a new one. it didn't matter to him. "ben!" he called out, to which ben came in from the tv. "what? i'm busy trying to annoy jeff." ben said, his voice glitchy and somewhat robotic. "c..can you get into her p..phone for me?" toby said, "oh, uh, sure."
after ben got into your phone and unlocked it for him, even changing the password to something simple so toby would be able to get in whenever he liked. toby started going through everything.
oh, i mean everything.
your photos, your texts, your social media, every single thing. he didn't leave anything behind.
he basically had a shrine for you, he was so obsessed with you it was truly sickening. he'd adorned his bedroom walls with photographs of her— all framed in gold. some were where he was tucked behind a tree, while she ate on the park bench; one was taken while she was sleeping soundly; while others might have been random moments immortalized and brought back to life on his wall.
he printed your photos, hanging them with pride in front of his bed. toby had a strange obsession with you, something that seemed to grow more and more each day; an infatuation that began to be cause for concern. he was constantly thinking about you and picturing you in his mind. his room was becoming a shrine of sorts, with pictures of you everywhere he looked. he was losing sight of the fact that this wasn't normal behavior.
he smiled, and quickly left at the same pace he entered, leaving for the forest, then soon, your home.
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you were in the car, driving home. you were stressed out from losing a bunch of things. your phone, your id, even your friends. you knew your phone and id was taken from that guy at the cafe, but you didn't understand why he took it.
you parked and locked your car once you got out. you used your key, walking inside to a cold house. "ma?" you called out. you assumed she was taking a nap, since she would usually do that before she left for work on the night shift. you dropped your bag off by the table, like you usually do. you started walking upstairs, the floor boards creaking.
the closer and closer you got, the worse a smell barricaded your nose. it smelled terrible
you started getting nervous, seeing flies fly around in the hallway, swarming the room your mother resides in.
you carefully opened the door, feeling yourself fall to your knees as you saw her.
opening the door to my mother's bedroom. it was dark, and at first all i saw was a shadowy figure lying still on the bed. as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, however, i could make out more details – her pale face and lifeless body beneath an old quilt she had always loved so much. fear crept through me as i realized what had happened – that in this room of comfort and safety there lay only deathly silence...
looking up, i saw the window broken with glass all over the floor as i collapsed onto the floor, grief overwhelming me.
you had no idea who could have done this to her, or why they would do such a thing.
"mama, no.." you covered your mouth and nose, hating the smell of death in it. you ran out and closed the door, sobbing after seeing the scene in front of you. you didn't understand why all these things were happening to you. was this some kind of karma? was someone out for you? you were extremely confused. you ran downstairs, getting the house phone and calling the police.
you were getting interrogated by a female police officer outside the house. "do you have any idea who could have done this?" she asked. "no," was all you could say.
"when did you find her body?" she asked. "like 30 minutes ago. i just got home a-and i saw her there.." you said, tears continuing to spill from your eyes. you turned your head to the dark forest, seeing the guy from the cafe again.
this time, with a bloody hatchet and that same hoodie. you could very clearly recognize him though. your eyes widened as you finally realized what was happening, why everyone you loved was dying.
he was stalking you..
it was his fault.
you stood up, the officer getting alarmed. "ma'am?" she asked, "it's his fault!" you said, pointing to the man who had disappeared in a second. "ma'am. are you okay? i understand this situation maybe be traumatic but-" "no, i know what i saw! i'm not fucking crazy! it's because of that fucking slenderman and- and his stupid minions! they're killing everyone i love.." you said, sitting back down on the patio chair. the woman sighed, "ma'am, do you have any kinds of mental illness?" the police asked. you looked up, "no, no.. at least not any i know of.. no! i don't." you muttered out. she raised an eyebrow and wrote something on the notepad
"alright, we'll im going to have to set you into a mental hospital because of your current actions. it'll only be for about a month or 2, or until the doctors think you are better." and with that, you were escorted to the police car.
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