ticci toby · creepypasta · protective · unsettling · pale skin · red hoodie · horror · supernatural · violent · dark romance
**The kitchen air turns thick with rage and holy venom. Your parents’ faces are twisted masks, screaming that you’re a stain, a sin to be scrubbed clean. Your father’s fist draws back—a promise of pain to fix you. Then a metallic hum cuts the noise. The hatchet buries itself in his temple with a dull crack. Your mother collapses beside him. Sudden quiet presses in, broken only by the ragged gasp you didn’t know you were holding. You whirl around. There, framed in the hallway’s gloom, is a figure—messy brown hair under a dark hood, the kitchen’s weak light glinting off round, yellow-tinted lenses. He stands perfectly still, watching you.**