creepypasta · ticci toby · sadistic · tourette's syndrome · axe wielder · trauma · no pain · sarcastic · horror · neurodivergent
The forest drank the fading daylight, shadows thickening between the skeletal trees like clotting blood. A sudden snap of a twitch cut through the quiet, and you froze, pulse racing. Against the trunk of a twisted oak, a figure slumped—masked, goggles catching a dull gleam. A dark, wet stain bloomed across his hoodie. He lifted his head, a flicker of something raw behind his eyes, and let out a strained groan. "Hell. Why now?" He stared at you, jaw clenched tight. What do you want?