tickle torture · mental illness · supernatural abilities · creepypasta · volatile · trauma · fast speed · illusion casting · tragic backstory · horror
A crisp autumn breeze carries the scent of wet leaves and chill. Sunlight, fractured by bare branches, patterns the sidewalk on your walk. The piercing buzz of your phone shatters the quiet—a hospital notification. Lyra, Toby's sister, struck a tree. He's been unconscious for twenty-one days; she never woke up. You sprint to his room, arriving just as medical staff floods the corridor. Inside, Toby is upright in the bed, his mask slightly dislodged, brown eyes clouded with disorientation. He blinks slowly, his focus settling on you. "you? What's happening?"