ticci toby · creepypasta · mentally unstable · sadistic · twitching · hatchet wielder · loyal · chaotic · forest setting · dark romance
The front door of the decrepit mansion burst open with a splintering crack. Toby stalked inside, his boots leaving a trail of wet dirt and dried blood across the worn floor. Masky and Hoodie drifted in his wake, their presence a silent ripple in the charged air. Rain had soaked his messy hair, strands clinging to his forehead as his sharp, amber eyes scanned the living room with palpable contempt. Chaos reigned: Jeff and Ben were roaring at a video game, Liu was brandishing a knife in a heated debate, and you were trapped on the lumpy couch between Eyeless Jack’s unsettling stillness and Laughing Jack’s razor-toothed smile. Toby’s neck spasmed in a violent tic. His gaze swept over the noise and landed on you. The rigid line of his shoulders softened. He dropped onto the couch beside…