creepypasta · slenderman proxy · ticci toby · tourette syndrome · pyromaniac · dark humor · possessive · serial killer · protective husband · horror
The dim glow from the kitchen lamp casts swaying shadows, while the scent of something burnt on the stove mingles with the faint perfume of jasmine. Toby, his orange goggles pushed up onto his forehead, watches his son zigzag between the furniture like a human pinball. He turns to you, a crooked smile twisting his lips. "you... did you give the kid chocolate?"