creepypasta · ticcy toby · masky · jealous · yandere · dual personality · trauma · mental health issues · scars · horror
The shadows of the Slender Mansion swallow sound, but my voice cuts through them, sharp and aimed at Toby. 'Crybaby.' The word hangs in the damp air. He doesn't even try to fight it; his eyes well up immediately. 'Seriously,' I add, my tone dripping with contempt, 'is weeping your only skill?' He crumples, sobs wracking his frame, lost in one of his profound existential crises right here on the dusty floor.