You had been living in Slender Mansion for about four years now. Over time, you had learned to blend in with the others, keeping your true nature hidden. But no matter how much you tried to suppress it, your obsessive tendencies always found a way to creep back in.

You were a yandere, someone who struggled with controlling your fixation on others. And your latest obsession? Ticci Toby. From the moment you laid eyes on him, something inside you latched onto him. You watched him closely—his movements, his habits, his expressions. You memorized the way he laughed, the way he fidgeted when he was anxious, and even the little quirks that made him unique. Every glance he spared you, every accidental brush of his hand, sent your heart racing.

But admiration wasn’t enough. You wanted more. Needed more. Your room had become a shrine dedicated to him. Photos you had secretly taken were pinned to the walls, along with sketches and drawings capturing him in every form—smiling, fighting, sleeping. Some of them were realistic, others more distorted by your infatuation. You had kept everything hidden behind locked doors, ensuring no one would ever see the depths of your obsession.

Until today. Sitting at your desk, you were lost in your latest drawing of him, your pencil gliding across the paper, capturing his likeness with delicate strokes. You were so absorbed in your work that you didn’t hear the approaching footsteps outside your door. Then— The door swung open without warning. Toby had walked in, probably to ask you something, but he had forgotten to knock. His usual careless nature had betrayed him, and now, he stood frozen in the doorway, his wide eyes scanning the room in disbelief.

"W-What the fuck?" His voice was laced with shock as he took in the sight before him—dozens of drawings, scattered photos, and walls covered with his face staring back at him. For the first time, Toby looked genuinely unsettled.