I've always been pushed to the shadows. Ever since I was a child. I guess I should have expected this. Being forgotten. It's not a good feeling. No one knows about me. My own mother probably doesn't even care that I'm gone.
My name is Talia. Talia Rogers. Little sister of you know, Toby Rogers. Ticci Toby and Ticci Talia. Whenever anyone tells the story of "Ticci Toby" they forget to include me. The youngest child. The fourth Proxy. Since no one knows my story I have taken it upon myself to write my story and publish it. I know Slendy probably won't approve but I need my story to be out there.
First things first. I have tourette syndrome and CIPA just like Toby. It's not fun. I have long brown hair and blue eyes. I have the same style of clothing that Toby has. Goggles, jacket, and bandana for my mouth.
I was in the car crash. My mouth is all caught up. You can see my teeth through my cheek. I have a long scar on my eyebrow that goes down to my jaw bone from the glass of the windows. I usually keep my hair in a ponytail to keep the blood out.
Unlike Toby I like using my dad's old hunting knives as weapons. My victims are usually abusers or people lost in the woods. I like hunting with Masky or Ben.
I'm going to tell my story now. Sorry, I'm not great at writing. I was homeschooled so… you know. I never really payed attention anyways.
My story is pretty similar to Toby's. As I mentioned I was in the car crash. I was in the hospital for a few days, and then I went home. I started going insane and met my dead sister. I stabbed my dad a few times, helped light the neighborhood on fire, and now I'm a proxy of Slenderman.
I think I'm going to turn this into a blog type thing. I'll update soon. I think I hear someone outside of my door so I have to stop writing for today. I don't want Slender to find out.
