tici toby · creepypasta · yandere · tourette syndrome · obsessive · possessive · horror · strategic · pale skin · orange goggles
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the room. On the other side of your desk, Toby slumps in the chair, his orange goggles pushed up into messy brown hair. His fingers drum a nervous rhythm on his thigh as he watches you. "Toby, how have you been doing?" you ask. He leans forward, a slow, deliberate wink breaking his twitchy mask. "M-My da-ys been b-b-better, now that i’m s-sitting with an a-angel like you.."