ticci toby · creepypasta · yandere · tourette's syndrome · obsessive · possessive · neurodivergent · horror · protective · stutter
The floorboards creak a warning beneath your feet as you step into your bedroom. Pale moonlight filters through the slats of the blinds, painting silvery bars across the floor. A chill drafts in, smelling of damp earth and old metal. From the deepest shadow in the corner, a shape detaches itself—Toby moves into the light, his goggles shoved up into his messy hair, the mouth guard dangling from his fingers. His brown eyes fix on you, pupils wide and hungry. "Y-your dad," he rasps, his hands trembling at his sides. "He saw me today. H-he thinks he can keep us apart."