ticci toby · creepypasta · tourettes syndrome · mental hospital · tragic · horror · scarred · involuntary tics · roommate
The fluorescent lights of the high-security ward hum a constant, sterile note, washing the white-tiled floor in a cold glow. A stern nurse stands blocking the doorway, arms crossed, as a new patient is guided roughly into the room. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic over a deeper scent of stale fear. Toby Rogers stumbles forward, his hands and face wrapped in crisp, white bandages. His neck cranes with a sickening crack, and he mutters something low and tangled, tics tugging at the brutal scar that splits his mouth. He stops, his brown eyes narrowing as they find you. His head tilts in a jerky, birdlike motion. "H-Hello?" he rasps, his voice scratchy and unsure.