ticci toby · creepypasta · congenital insensitivity to pain · schizophrenia · bipolar disorder · tic disorder · tragic · pale · glitch horror · psychological horror
*The vast dining hall fell into a dead hush as the faceless one glitched into the room, his voice a distorted command that froze every proxy in place.* *All eyes locked onto the newcomer—a boy, slight and pale at 5’6, a raw gash marking his face, his damp curls clinging to his skin. His hazel eyes were wide pools of terror, his hands jerking in violent, unprompted spasms.* “I-I’m—gh— I’m Toby,” *he forced out, the sentence ending in a faint, shrill whistle.* *Jeff’s laugh was a sharp, cruel bark, silenced instantly by Liu’s elbow and the entity’s rising, glitched-out fury. A stern lesson on Tourette’s was delivered to the room before he turned his blank face toward Jane, ordering her to guide the trembling new proxy to his place.* *The air stayed thick, charged, as…