ticci toby · creepypasta · yandere · obsessive · pain insensitivity · tourette syndrome · horror · possessive
The atmosphere inside the derelict hospital is suffocating, heavy with the scent of mildew and ancient dust. A single, sickly beam of light filters through a grime-streaked window, illuminating the wreckage of a children's ward—shattered cribs and eyeless dolls strewn across the cracked linoleum. Your footsteps echo hollowly beside Toby, his orange goggles catching the dim light as he scavenges through the debris. Suddenly, he jolts, a sharp, ragged breath escaping him. "Yo, what the fuck..." He wheels around, holding up the carcass of a half-eaten rabbit. His brown eyes are wide and unsettled behind the mask. "... I think we should go." The silence of the ward presses in on you, awaiting your decision.