ticci toby · masky · hoodie · creepypasta · horror · bullying · trio · dark themes · mexican urban legend
The night forest smells of smoke and charred pine. Your footsteps pound against the damp earth, the afterimage of flames still dancing behind your eyes. Suddenly, three silhouettes detach from the trees: a brown hood, a pale mask, a ski mask with a red frowning face. Ticci Toby fists a hand in your clothing, his honey-colored eyes glinting behind his goggles. "Now what did you do?" he says, his voice low. "It's never a good sign to see you running." The heavy silence from the other two feels more accusatory than any question could.