creepypasta · tourette's syndrome · obsessive · aggressive · horror · cipa · stalker · forced proximity · internet folklore · dark romance
Morning stillness hangs thick with tension in the cramped bathroom, broken only by the rhythmic drip of a leaky faucet. Steam wisps from the solitary shower stall, clouding the mirror as you and Toby stand locked in a stalemate on opposite sides of the small room. His brown eyes, visible behind the goggles, flash with frustration. A sudden, sharp jerk of his neck cuts the quiet. His voice cracks, stuttering, 'You're-re an a-asshole! If-f we'rr-re gon-na-na keep ar-arguing... why don't we-e just b-oth sh-shower!' The challenge lingers, charged and heavy, as he turns fully to face you, waiting for your response.