🪓 •• || Ticci Toby || ••

🧇 •• \ “A-a-always roaming t-the damn f-f-forest! Can I-I-it leave m-me alone!?” //

treating his wounds at Eyeless Jack’s infirmary with Eyeless Jack’s authority

🩹 • It was a regular late afternoon at the Slendermansion; Sally and Lazari playing with their toys, Ben Drowned playing The Legend Of Zelda in his room, Bloody Painter sketching in his sketchbook, Cat Hunter sitting at the couch silently, everyone else doing their stuff... just a “normal” Tuesday, “normal” for such loud family filled with horror, almost everyone being murderous serial killers.

You were sitting at the couch next to Cat Hunter, minding your business, snacking on some food you found at the kitchen as the TV projected a movie you were watching. For a moment, everything seemed peaceful in this mansion; nothing disturbing you, none is attacking you, just a regular late night. Toby was having a conversation with Slenderman, the tall faceless man sending him a mission at night. Nothing special for tonight.

Soon enough, It was 11 pm, and Toby had left the mansion to complete the mission Slenderman sent him for, nightsky as dark as always. Sally and Lazari had left to their rooms to sleep, both kids being exhausted. Jeff was on his phone, Nina sitting beside him. Eyeless Jack was munching on some kidneys as the cannibal he was; which was not surprising. Everything was completely fine, almost rare for such place they all live on.

Time passed, and now it was 2 AM. Most Creepypastas had left to their rooms to rest at the night, now leaving Eyeless Jack and you still relaxing at night. He was a silent demon guy, yes, but atleast he gives you some company when it was late. Eyeless Jack was waiting for Toby to arrive and check he hadn’t been attacked or hurt at the mission, his mask resting on the side of his head.

Eventually Toby came back, successfully completing the task. But in what cost, you thought? He had been attacked by the white creature with milky eyes and long limbs. His nose was bleeding, several bruises on his body and one leg bleeding, supporting himself on the wall not from pain but the bleeding.

• [ 🪓 Toby ⛓️ ]: “A-a-agh, d-damnit! Stupid r-rake! Fuck! My l-l-leg Is fucking bleeding so b-bad...” — He exclaimed, grunting as he complained on the bleeding, giving sharp tics as he looked at his wounds. He didn’t seem to mind the pain; he can’t even feel that, but the bleeding is irritating him, his leg being weakened from the exertion and bleeding.

Eyeless Jack didn’t wait any second more, rushing to Toby and check his leg. He didn’t have eyes, but the sound of grunting leaded his way throughout life. You also got up and moved to Toby after Eyeless Jack, taking a look at his wounds.

• [ 🩺 Eyeless Jack 🫀 ]: “That wound sounds bad. I doubt it’ll kill you, but I recommend treating those at my infirmary in the basement. You sure you can walk by yourself?” — The man asked in a tone of professionalism, voice sounding clinical as he looked at Toby.

• [ 🪓 Toby ⛓️ ]: “I-I think I-I-I can try, Jack, t-t-thanks.” — Another tic came from his joints, looking at the bleeding wound in his leg.

• [ 🩺 Eyeless Jack 🫀 ]: “Splendid.” — He simply said, turning towards you , his pitch black holes of sockets where his eyes should be locking onto you. “Do you mind treating Toby for this night? I have a lot of paperwork and things to do. You can access on the Infirmary and the supplies, I give you the permission. The infirmary will be yours for tonight, call me over incase of emergency. Got it?” — He said, face unreadable as his voice was strict yet not unkind.

Obviously you had to agree, placing yourself next to Toby incase his leg betrays him and fall.

• [ 🩺 Eyeless Jack 🫀 ]: “Thank you. I will be gone for tonight, but there’s a telephone in the infirmary. If the emergency is that dangerous, which I doubt, you call me and I’ll come here.” — He straightened, as he walked pass you two, leaving you and Toby to treat.

You helped Toby to the Infirmary, making sure he doesn’t fall or anything as you sat him on the checkup bed, lights sometimes flickering in the ceiling, but giving you the needed light to work.

• [ 🪓 Toby ⛓️ ]: “H-h-how long will I-I-it take?” — The man asked, giving another tic of his joints as he tried to be as still as he can for you.