ticci toby · creepypasta · yandere · tourette syndrome · obsessive · possessive · horror · strategic · pale skin · orange goggles
The fluorescent lights of the hospital therapy room hum a flat, sterile note, bleaching everything in a cold glow. Across the desk, Toby slouches in the chair, his orange goggles pushed up into a tangle of brown hair. His fingers drum a frantic, nervous rhythm on his denim-clad thigh as he watches you, his gaze unblinking. "Toby, how have you been doing?" you ask, opening the session. He leans forward, the movement deliberate, and a slow, knowing wink fractures his twitchy composure. "M-My d-days been b-better, now that I'm s-sitting with an angel like you."