My name is Tobias Erin "Toby" Rogers or as everyone else calls me "Ticci Toby" I'll tell you my story but you have to promise you won't scream and run at the end... me myself I grew up with several mental disorders during my childhood, making it difficult to fit in with "normal people". I was constantly bullied by my classmates for my tics ( A tic is a sudden, repetitive, nonrhythmic motor movement or vocalization involving discrete muscle groups) and i was ultimately deemed unsuited for a public school surrounding, so i switched to homeschooling. while i did receive ♥♥♥♥ loads of support from my mother and my big sis Lyra, my father was nothing but a drunk, he was always at the casino doing drugs and gambling, in short terms my dad was a ♥♥♥♥ and believe me it gets worse. in the long run my father became increasingly abusive to my big sis, my mom, and worst of all me... a couple years pass by and i'm 17 when me and my sister were driving home from a trip to the store, then next thing you know a person in a red rusty pick up truck rams into us, i passed out and my sister instantly called 911. i woke up 3 hours later in a hospital bed to find out that not only did we get into a car crash but my symptoms worsened greatly because of this; I lost my appetite for food, became even less social than before, and slowly began to lose my memories. On the night I returned from the hospital, i stepped outside and saw a man in a black suit wearing a red tie across the street so i walk back inside like it's nothing but he stalked me for weeks on in and while this was happening i started having several visual and auditory hallucinations. mothers like usual they are worried for they're children and well my mother thought it was a good idea to take me to a psychiatrist to help me cope with my post-traumatic stress disorder. the next day I felt pretty tired and dozed off for a bit I started to dream when I was dreaming i was in my own home and i saw my sisters corpse foloowed by an attack by that man i told you about well the night before this i did some research and found out his name is slender man anyways i started going downstairs, but when i did i started hearing voice and guess what those voices were telling me, just guess... they were telling me to kill my father. I eventually couldn't ignore the damn voices anymore and i started to have a complete mental breakdown. Yet after a breif stuggle with my father, i finally gained the upperhand and stabbed my father 18 different times for each year that he destroyed our lives and guess what i did right in front of my own mother. In a desperate attempt to escape the police, I set the neighborhood on fire as a distraction, but as soon as i did was surrounded by flames. Just as i was looking into deaths eyes, that person Slender Man teleports in front of me and saves my life. Two weeks later, my mother listened to a news story about the murders of several teenagers. The main suspect is was me of course due to one of my hatchet's being found in a kids skull. from that moment forward me and slendy were partners. and theres my story so yeah