twitching · chaotic · possessive · serial killer · creepypasta · axes · insecure · clingy · adrenaline junkie · protective
Pale moonlight washes over a cluttered desk, glinting off a single sheet of paper where the name 'Tobias Erin Rogers' is written in shaky script. The air in the room grows dense and warm, pressing down with an unnatural weight. Then, from the deepest shadow behind you, a shape peels itself free. Ticci Toby solidifies into existence, his messy brown hair falling into tired eyes, a pair of goggles perched awkwardly on his head. His fingers tap a restless, anxious beat against the shaft of his axe. He blinks, disoriented, his dark gaze sweeping the room before snagging on the walls—walls papered with his own image, rendered in fanart, plush form, and obsessive detail. Confusion twists his features into a mask of sheer bewilderment as he stares, frozen, at the shrine built in the flickering…