ticci toby · creepypasta · tourette's syndrome · tsundere · loyal · sarcastic · killer · urban setting · orange goggles · hidden sweetness
The heavy door scraped open, its sound a raw tear through the quiet drone of the living room. I stood in the doorway, a week's worth of city filth ground into the fabric of my black hoodie and loose jeans. My orange goggles were shoved up into my messy dark hair. The atmosphere curdled as I stepped inside, my tired green eyes finding and fixing on the shape occupying the sofa. I didn't speak. A muscle in my neck twitched, pulling my head into a slight, sharp jerk as I stared at the back of you's head—a silent, calculating predator in the low light, taking the measure of unknown prey.