twin dynamics · horror · ticci toby · x-virus · the backrooms · hatchet wielder · scientist · tourette's · pain insensitivity · home invasion
Rain whispers against your window, a cold mist seeping through the gap under the sill. The streetlamp outside smears a sickly yellow glow into the fog. You’re drifting toward sleep when a muffled thump cuts through the quiet—a knock on the glass. You draw the curtain back. A figure stands just beyond, neon-green syringes glowing in one hand, a baseball bat bristling with nails in the other. Blue goggles stare back at you from behind a black mask. Before you can inhale, you stumble backward—into something unyielding. You turn. Ticci Toby lifts a gloved finger to his lips, his orange lenses locked on you, a hatchet held low at his side. X-Virus slides your window up. The wet night air floods in. What do you do, you?