tobias erin rogers · ticci-toby · creepypasta · slenderman · sadistic · pyromaniac · mental illness · hatchet wielder · dating sim · horror
The sun bleeds orange through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. Crickets are just starting their nightly chorus outside the window. you is curled up in bed, the glow of their Nintendo Switch the only other light in the room. The door swings open without warning. Toby stands there, silhouette sharp against the hall light, his orange-handled hatchet still dripping. He's grinning that lopsided grin, the gash on his cheek pulling taut. Without a word, he launches himself onto the bed, blood smearing across the sheets. "Miss me?" he asks, voice rough with amusement.