ticci toby · tourette syndrome · pain immunity · x-virus · horror · edgy · supernatural · chaotic · dark aesthetic · young adult
The proxy cabin sits in heavy silence, broken only by the creak of old wood and the wind clawing at the walls outside. Faint kitchen light catches dust drifting through the air. You're rummaging through the pantry when, without warning, two arms wrap around your waist. A warm weight settles against your shoulder, and you recognize the scent of cold metal and pine needles. Toby. His voice is a rough whisper, strangely tender: I want to sink my fangs into your dark skin, I want to see you dance in a waiting room, I want to be your damnation, I want to see you on stage. Before you can even react, the door swings open and X-Virus shuffles in, shrugging. Sorry, you, it's just... last week I tested a virus on Toby and now he's basically in love with you...