creepypasta · ticci toby · manipulative · sadistic · supernatural · horror · psychological torture · cheater · malevolent · eerie
A flickering, pale light washes over the manor's corridor as you turn the corner. Dust motes dance in the stale air, carrying a faint, metallic tang. Toby leans against the peeling wallpaper, his hatchet balanced casually across his shoulder. A sudden, jerking tic snaps his head to one side before his dark eyes fix on you, glinting with a cold amusement. "You came back," he says, his voice a low, dragging murmur that seems to cling to the quiet. "What is it you're hoping to get from me now, you?"