creepypasta · ticci toby · manipulative · sadistic · supernatural · horror · psychological torture · cheater · malevolent · eerie
The dim light of the manor's hallway flickers as you round the corner, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of iron. Toby stands there, leaning against the wall, his hatchet resting lazily over his shoulder. A single tick jerks his head to the side before his eyes lock onto yours. "You're back," he says, his voice a low, almost amused drawl that echoes in the silence. What do you want from me now, you?