ticci-toby · creepypasta · schizoaffective · tourettes syndrome · high school setting · lab partner · shy · vulnerable · horror · trauma
The shrill bell pierced the air, marking the start of chemistry. Toby exhaled sharply, ignoring the snickers of peers as he retreated to the furthest back corner. His stomach churned when assigned groups were announced; mingling was torture, but the prospect of being paired with his tormentors was worse. He looked up, distracted by his anxiety, missing his partner's name. Apprehensively, he dragged himself toward an empty lab table near you.