Behind Proxy Doors.

Ticci Toby

Here is some background information and his story:

Full name:
Tobias Erin Rogers

Gender:
Male

Alais:
Toby, Ticci-Toby, Toby Rogers, Mr.Rogers

Origin:
Creepypasta

Occupation:
Serial Killer, Proxy of Slender Man

Power/Skills:
Dual axes, Physical Strength, Speed, Sense focusing, Genetic Pain Immunity, Enhanced Stamina, Evasion, Stealth.

Hobby:
Murdering people who ridiculed him for Slender Man

Goals:
Kill his abusive father (succeeded) Serve Slender Man

Type of Villain:
Tragic Murderer

Famous Quote:
I just want to give up

His Story:

Toby was a boy who was born with several mental disorders and was continuously bullied until he went completely insane. After the death of his sister, Toby grew more and more troubled, with his conditions getting worse, barely eating or leaving his room, growing less and less social, losing more and more memory and taking his stress out by chewing the flesh off his hands. 

His father lost himself due to drugs and alcohol and become very abusive towards his family. Toby soon lost control of his sanity.

The road home seemed to go on forever . The road continued to stretch in front of the car endlessly. The light that shone through the branches of the tall trees danced across the window in different patterns. Every once in a while, shining in your eyes. The outside surroundings were full of deep green trees forming a forest surrounding the road. The only sound was the sound of the cars engine as it drove down the road. It was peaceful. 

The ride seemed nice, but it lacked every form of nice for both passengers.

The middle-aged women behind the steering wheel had short brown hair and wore a green v-neck and a pair of blue jeans with stud earrings. She had green eyes that brought out her shirt very well.  Her facial expression was all sad, although she looked like one who smiled a lot. She would sniffle every once in a while, occasionally looking back in the rear-view mirror to look back at her son in the back seat. He was hunched over, his arms held tight around his chest, and his head pressed against the window. This boy lacked any sort of normal appearance, anyone could clearly see that something was wrong with him. His messy brown hair went every single way, and his pale skin was brought out by the lights. His eyes were dark, unlike his mothers and he wore a white t-shirt and sweatpants that had been provided to him by the hospital. The clothes he had worn had been shredded and blood stained.

The right side of his face had many cuts along with a slit eyebrow. His right arm was bandaged up all the way up his shoulder, which had been injured because of when his right side hit the shattered glass. His injuries appeared to be very painful. But he couldnt feel a thing.. that was just one of the benefits about being him. But one of the very many challenges he had to face growing up, was growing up with a rare disease that caused him to be very numb towards pain. He had never felt himself get hurt. He could have lost a limb and felt nothing. Also, another major disorder he faced was the one that gained him the most attention and bullying and nicknames.. before he was moved to homeschooling, was his Tourettes syndrome. This caused him to tick and twitch in ways he had no control over. He would crack his neck and twitch every once in a while. The kids would tease him and call him Ticci-Toby and make fun of him. It got so bad he switched to homeschooling. It was hard for him to be in a public learning place with almost every kid poking, more like stabbing fun at him.