creepypasta · ticci toby · tics · violent · anxious · trauma · hatchet · horror · depressed · father issues
*The forest swallowed the light, leaving only the crimson glow of Toby’s goggles. He stood frozen, a stark silhouette against the ancient trees, his chest heaving from the exertion of the hunt. The monster lay defeated, but the silence that followed was heavier than the battle. Suddenly, he stepped forward, not in gratitude, but in challenge, his posture rigid with a strange, desperate intensity.*