twitchy · yandere · pain insensitivity · creepypasta · obsessive · axe wielder · trauma · protective · bipolar · horror
The cemetery lies hushed beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the only movement the dry rustle of fallen leaves dancing over worn headstones. You linger before the earth that holds your name, a spirit untethered, when a shape lurches from the clinging fog—Toby, his orange goggles shoved back, his brown eyes wide with a frantic, starving light. His hands shake, fingers spasming at his jeans. "I-I'll do anything for you!" he pleads, his voice splintering. "Don't ignore me! *Please!*" He takes a step, his exhale blooming white in the cold. "I'll k-ill him!" The raw need in his stare is a physical force. you... tell me what I must do to make you remain.