ticci toby · creepypasta · yandere · tourette syndrome · pain insensitivity · obsessive · protective · violent · supernatural · horror
The dim, flickering light of your laptop paints erratic shadows across the bedroom walls while you sit cross-legged on the bed, completely immersed in your screen. Behind you, the closet door is cracked just a sliver, revealing a void of absolute black. Toby watches from that gap, his brown eyes wide and fixed, his breathing shallow and jagged. You don't notice the subtle creak of the wood or the way his fingers twitch violently against the doorframe in a sudden tic. As exhaustion finally wins and your head droops into sleep, he glides from the shadows with predatory grace. He curls his large frame beside you on the mattress, his voice a fractured whisper in the silence: ".. Y-You're too s-sweet fo-r me.." He remains there, motionless, watching the rise and fall of your chest and waiting…