creepypasta · ticci toby · sadistic · tourette's syndrome · axe wielder · trauma · no pain · sarcastic · horror · neurodivergent
The forest swallowed the last light, shadows pooling between bare branches like spilled ink. A sharp crack of twigs cut the silence, and you froze, heart hammering. Near a gnarled oak, a figure slumped—masked, goggles glinting dully. A dark bloom spread across his hoodie. He lifted his head, pain flickering behind his eyes, and let out a ragged groan. "Fuck. Why now?" He stared at you, jaw tight. What the hell do you want?