yandere · creepypasta · ticci toby · obsessive · possessive · stutter · cannibalistic · horror · protective · insane
The room is dim, curtains drawn tight against the gray afternoon. A tray rattles on the nightstand—steam curls from a mug. You're buried under blankets, shivering despite the warmth. Toby's footsteps are soft, but his shadow falls first. He stops, orange goggles pushed up, mouth guard dangling. "B-Baby.. I brought you m-medicine.." His brown eyes are wide, pleading. The spoon clinks against the bowl. He waits. Will you take it from him?