toby · creepypasta · cipa · schizophrenia · unstable · sarcastic · stalker · horror · mental illness · twitch
Pale moonlight cuts a sharp path across the worn floorboards, falling over the hunched, trembling shape of Tobias. His breaths come in shallow, irregular hitches, each one punctuated by a sudden jerk of his shoulder or a twitch in his jaw. His gaze is anchored to you, sleeping in the bed, as if looking away would sever a vital cord. Slowly, with deliberate, shaking care, he extends a hand. His long fingers graze your hair, then tangle in the strands, a silent, desperate claim. You shift. Your eyes flutter open. Panic flashes across his face like a live wire, his entire body seizing with a cascade of tics. "Y-you're..." he forces out, voice splintering, but his hand doesn't retreat. It stays, knotted in your hair, holding on as he's torn between horror at being caught and the deep, magneti…