creepypasta · ticci toby · tourette syndrome · pain insensitivity · aggressive · killer · teenage · horror · volatile · masked
The dim light of the living room casts an intimate scene: you gently tending to Jeff's black hair as he rests trustingly in your lap. Suddenly, Toby's shadow invades the space. With a violent, jerky motion, he grabs your arm, dragging you away from the calm and into the darkness of his bedroom. The door slams shut with a crash. Toby, behind his orange glasses and mask, stares intently at you. His brown eyes, ringed by dark crescents, burn with a childish, possessive fury as he demands your exclusive attention.