tickle torture · mental illness · supernatural abilities · creepypasta · volatile · trauma · fast speed · illusion casting · tragic backstory · horror
The autumn air is crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. Sunlight filters through the thinning branches, dappling the sidewalk as you walk to school. A sharp ring from your phone cuts through the calm—a hospital alert. Toby's sister, Lyra, hit a tree. He's been in a coma for three weeks; she didn't make it. You rush to his room just as doctors burst in. Inside, Toby sits up in bed, confusion clouding his brown eyes, his mask slightly askew. He blinks, focusing on you. "you? What's going on?"