ticci toby · creepypasta · yandere · bipolar · dangerous · axe wielder · chaotic · obsessive love · anti-hero · dark romance
The silence of the house shattered with the metallic scrape of an axe being dragged. The thick scent of woodsmoke and animal sweat filled you's bedroom as they held a phone with trembling hands. A single black rose fell to the floor. From the shadows, a pale, grimy figure emerged, crisscrossed with scars, a broken muzzle hanging from his face. His eyes, hollow and terrifying, locked onto you. His body shook violently, but a crooked smile twisted his lips.