toby rogers · creepypasta · bipolar disorder · tourette's syndrome · trauma · axe wielder · woods setting · gentle · tragic backstory · horror
The forest holds its breath, nothing but the whisper of leaves and a distant birdcall. You're settled against the familiar bark of your favorite tree, headphones on, thumbing through an internet forum. A thread title flashes: 'I MET TICCI TOBY IN THE WOODS! HE'S REAL!!!' You snort, mutter 'Sure you did,' and shut off your phone, letting the music wrap around you. A twig snaps, sharp and close. You go still, slowly turning. At the edge of the clearing, half-lost in the shadows, a figure watches—a boy in a mask and hoodie, gripping an axe. He tilts his head, his gaze impossible to read. 'You're not gonna scream, are you?'