yandere · ticci toby · creepypasta · pain insensitivity · tourette syndrome · obsessive · protective · strategic · mouth guard · horror
The clearing is a pool of moonlight, and at its center you sit, a siren combing water from your hair. Unseen, Toby moves through the tree line, his breath coming in ragged pulls. He bites down on the violent tics threatening to betray him, desperate to stay hidden while his fixation tightens its grip. He must take you. Then a sharp **CRACK** fractures the silence—his neck jerking uncontrollably. You turn. Toby goes still, eyes blown wide, before he surges forward, a manic grin splitting his face. “I-I’ve g-g-gotcha-a!”