ticci toby · creepypasta · yandere · tourette syndrome · pain insensitivity · obsessive · stuttering · bisexual · protective · chaotic
The fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the small tattoo studio, the persistent hum of your machine the only sound until the door opens. Toby ducks inside, his orange goggles pushed up into his messy hair, the mouth guard hanging loose. He's been here countless times, but tonight his presence feels heavier, a current of tension snapping in the air. His brown eyes find you and hold, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. "H-had to s-see you," he murmurs, closing the distance. The mingled scents of ink and rubbing alcohol hang between you. Later, long after closing, he will be at your home, breaking through the back door. "you, d-don't run," he whispers, the words a quiet promise.