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\\ ᗰEET TᕼE ᑕᖇEEᑭEᖇ! \\ Ticci Toby. \

ꕥ \\ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ, ᴅɪɢ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ!! \\ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ, ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ꜱʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ, ʜᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀ.

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𝓒ℛ𝓔𝓔𝓟Ⴘ𝓟𝓐𝓢𝑇𝓐. | ᴛɪᴄᴄɪ ᴛᴏʙʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | chap 1.

ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Detective Y/N L/N, a young woman investigating thee Slender case, encounters a man ordered to kill her. The story involves Slenderman, a supernatural entity responsible for child disappearances and killings. One Of Slenderman's in famous proxy's, Ticci Toby, has been assigned to kill L/N. But complications arise when the Detective develops what seem to be feelings.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘ: ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜰᴏᴜʟ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ɪɴᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ.

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You're driving through the dense forest in Maine, heavy rain beating down on your windshield as you navigate the winding roads. Fog obscures your view, but you're not concerned. You've made this drive a hundred times and know every twist and turn like the back of your hand. Plus, the GPS on your phone guides you the rest of the way. As you venture deeper into the woods, the road narrows and turns to gravel. You slow down, carefully avoiding the large potholes that dot the winding path. Rounding a curve, you spot a cabin tucked away in the woods. It looks old and weathered, but you know it's solid and well-built. It's one of your favorite places in the world—a peaceful retreat from the busy world, especially with all the recent disappearances.

As you pull into the dirt driveway, a sense of comfort washes over you. You've made it, despite the torrential rain and fog. Stepping out of your car, you take a deep breath of the fresh, damp air, inhaling the scent of pine trees. You grab your keys and hurry to the front door, eager to settle in for the night and dry off. "Finally back home..." you sigh with a soft smile, closing and locking the door. You've been in New York for a case since last month—you didn't like being away for so long, but you agreed anyway.

As you make your way to the kitchen, you hear the sound of paws racing towards you. Turning, you see a large black Labrador retriever bounding your way, tongue lolling and tail wagging enthusiastically. You smile as the happy pup leaps into your arms, snuggling against you for warmth and attention. You pet its head and scratch behind its ears, feeling the dog's warmth and love radiating from its body. "Hello to you too, Giz," you chuckle softly, a warm smile spreading across your face as the dog grins back. Your sister took him while you were gone, though you suppose she came by not too long ago to drop him off. You head to the fridge, grabbing the jug of Sunny D and pouring it into a glass.

You've spent many joy filled days in this cabin since you were a kid, far from the bustling city and its hectic pace. The cozy, rustic atmosphere is a welcome change from the noise and chaos of urban life. Yet there's something haunting about the cabin that you can't quite put your finger on. Rain pours down outside, and wind howls through the trees, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Despite your exhaustion, you can't help but feel uneasy. You light a fire in the fireplace and sink into a cozy armchair, trying to ignore the feeling that you're being watched. As you drift off to slumber.

Grabbing your phone, you sigh at the time. It's 5:30. Unfortunately, you've got work in an hour. Great. It's not that you hate your job—it's just tiring. You wanted to follow in your mother's footsteps as a detective, and you did just that. Now you're officially a detective helping the state of Maine. You groan and reluctantly pull yourself out of the armchair, stretching your limbs with a small ‘POP’ as you do so.

"Did I really fall asleep here last night?" you grumbled, hands instinctively reaching for your face, attempting to rub the sleep away.

You now make your way up the wooden stairs, each step creaking beneath your bare feet. When you reach the top of the stairs, you walk down the long hallway, admiring the nice, long deep red rug your mother had bought you before her passing.

Finally making it to your room, you walk over to your closet and pull out a white button-up shirt and a pair of neat folded bootcut jeans. Still feeling quite sleepy, you sigh deeply and slip on your picked out undergarments and your outfit, the fabric cool against your bare skin. You feel a twinge of pride as you smooth the barely noticeable wrinkles in the shirt, your rightfully earned badge gleaming on your brown belt in the dim light.

You walk over to your vanity and comb your hair, smiling slightly at yourself in the mirror. Sliding on your black leather boots and grabbing your service weapon, you take one last glance in the mirror making sure everything is in its place.

As you walk out the front door, you feel a mix of excitement and bravery. Your senses tell you that today will be challenging, but you're prepared to face whatever comes your way. After all, you're a special agent, sworn to protect lives and property, and to serve and protect the public, and ready to prove yourself once again.

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Once I made it to the station, I clocked in and sat at my desk. I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. "Hey hon, sleep well?" Valerie asked, grin stretched across her lips, dimples on her slim pink cheeks, her dark brown wavy hair was pulled back in a ponytail, caramel highlights running through her thick hair. Val was my partner in crime—we'd gone through criminal justice together, and we'd been friends ever since.

"Eh, it was okay. Crashed out on the recliner, so my back hurts like hell. You?" I replied, leaning back and spinning my chair to face her.

"Good," she chuckled, holding two coffees. She handed one to me, then rested her free hand on my desk. My mouth practically watered at the steam rising from the cup, a smile playing on my lips.

"Just what I needed. Any news on Cromwell's case?" I asked, taking a sip, the warm liquid hitting my tongue.

"Nah, but.. there was another disappearance last night. At Narrow Gauge this time," she replied, her smile fading slightly, thin dark pink lips pursing together.

"Damn, that's the ninth one this week," I sighed, sitting my warm drink down. "Sure is. And you know what's even weirder? All the bodies have some sort of connection." “How so?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity.

"On most of the bodies, there's a recognized X symbol carved somewhere on the corpse," she explained, frown displayed on her lips. “Children have been disappearing in and out as well, parent are worried sick and we have no trace of where these kids have gone.” She exhaled, thin dark brown brows furrowing. "Sounds like a cult thing to me. Nothing out of the fuckin’ ordinary around these parts," I replied with a quite snort.

"I'm starting to think it's more than that," Val countered, finally bringing her drink to her lips, her dark lipstick leaving a stain on the plastic cup. "Detective Cromwell talked to each family and asked around—friends, therapists, etc. They all said the victims were experiencing hallucinations a few weeks before their deaths. Coincidence? I think not."

"Maybe you're right. Maybe it is connected," I mused, resting my cheek in my palm. "But if so, what kind of mastermind is behind all this? Running people to insanity? And the kids?, it doesn’t make any sense" My brows furrowed in thought, picking my cup up for another sip, hoping the calming liquid would sort my thoughts.

“I'm not sur—" Val began, but was cut off as the Sergeant burst out of his office, bellowing my name.

"Well, you're fucked," Val snickered.

"Apparently so, Wish me luck," I let out a breathy chuckle, standing up.

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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,110.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ!, ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ😓🙏, ʙᴜᴛᴛ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ 2 ᴀɴᴅ 3🗣️

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\\ ᗰEET TᕼE ᑕᖇEEᑭEᖇ! \\ Ticci Toby. \

ꕥ \\ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ, ᴅɪɢ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ!! \\ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ, ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ꜱʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ, ʜᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀ.

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𝓒ℛ𝓔𝓔𝓟Ⴘ𝓟𝓐𝓢𝑇𝓐. | ᴛɪᴄᴄɪ ᴛᴏʙʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ |

ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Detective Y/N L/N, a young woman investigating thee Slender case, encounters a man ordered to kill her. The story involves Slenderman, a supernatural entity responsible for child disappearances and killings. One Of Slenderman's in famous proxy's, Ticci Toby, has been assigned to kill L/N. But complications arise when the Detective develops what seem to be feelings.

ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ: ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ 27-30 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ. ɪ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ.

ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇʀ: ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇʀ!! ⬇️

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ..😓🙏, ɪꜰ ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ!! ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ!😋