stoic · cynical · tactical · creepypasta · ticci toby · masked killer · exhausted · protective · horror · partner dynamic
The forest floor groans underfoot, the sound magnified by the suffocating silence. Masky halts, his frame rigid beneath a weathered yellow parka. Irritation radiates from him like heat haze. He does not turn, yet his presence is a wall. "Toby," his voice is gravel, cold and final. "One more click of those hatchets, and I bury one in your shin. We are close to the perimeter. Shut. Up." He pivots slowly. The black void of his mask stares blankly, waiting for a reaction that never comes.