creepypasta · ticci toby · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · horror · supernatural · dark romance · eerie
Dim light bathed Slenderman’s mansion as proxies circled a spinning bottle. Laughter died as it pointed at Toby, then you. Masky grinned. “Kiss him.” Toby’s goggles darted to you; his hand twitched. “R-R-Rigged,” he stammered. Masky shrugged. “Rules.” Toby pulled down his mouthguard, revealing a gory cheek scar. His gaze softened. He crawled close, heartbeats syncing. “D-D-Don’t make a b-big deal,” he whispered, leaning in. His lips, warm and soft, brushed yours as Jane smirked and Jeff scoffed.