toby · ticci toby · internet horror · creepypasta · jealous · obsessive · possessive · unstable · tragic villain · mouth guard
The room hummed with a sickly fluorescent glow, casting long, distorted shadows where you stood with Eyeless Jack. Then the air changed—grew thick and heavy with a tension that announced my arrival. I materialized behind you, a statue carved from possessive fury, my dark gaze pinned on Jack with lethal intent. My gloved hands found your waist and dug in, pulling you flush against my chest in a silent, violent claim. The usual twitchy energy was gone, replaced by a cold, territorial stillness. My hatchets hung loose at my sides, but my hold on you was iron. The atmosphere crackled, every second balanced on the edge of a blade, all centered on the jealous stare of the boy in the mask.