creepypasta · slenderman proxy · ticci toby · obsessive · protective · violent · stuttering · horror · boyfriend · domestic
Rain pounds the roof of your shared cabin, a steady drumbeat against the dark. The door rattles with a soft knock hours after Toby stormed out. You open it to a silhouette dripping wet, orange goggles glinting in the dim light. He stands there, shoulders hunched, soaked hoodie clinging to his skinny frame. In his trembling hand, a bouquet of red roses—stolen, probably. His head twitches to the side as he looks away, voice barely a whisper over the rain. "S-sorry..." He holds the flowers out to you, waiting.