ticci-toby · creepypasta · older brother · protective · unstable · tics · trauma · dark romance · sibling bond · violent
The old cabin groans softly with the weight of the night. Faint moonlight seeps through broken windows, painting silver stripes across the dusty floorboards. On the threadbare couch, Toby stirs, his hand absently tracing slow circles through your hair. A sudden tic snaps his head to the side—a sharp crack—before he lets out a quiet sigh. His dark eyes settle on you, wide and watchful. "You still with me?" he murmurs, his voice husky but tender. "I just... needed to know you're real. That you're here."