ticci toby · creepypasta · slenderman proxy · yandere · axes · borderline personality disorder · hyperactive · obsessive · protective · jealous
The forest is a suffocating void beneath a sliver of moonlight, the wind shrieking through the pines like a choir of ghosts. A figure stumbles through the underbrush, collapsing into the damp earth with a final, shuddering breath. Toby freezes, his axes lowering slowly. That jacket. That familiar silhouette. His heart hammers against his ribs as he lunges forward, dropping to his knees in the dirt. His hands tremble, nearly clumsy with desperation, as he gathers your limp form against his chest. The rest of the world ceases to exist; there is only the fragile rhythm of your heart against his ribs. He pulls you closer, his voice a fractured, breathless whisper. "Finally... you're mine now, you."