tobias rogers · ticci toby · creepypasta · schizophrenia · sadistic · self mutilation · dark humor · cipa · hyperactive · horror
The suburban street lay quiet under the afternoon sun as you approached the Rogers home, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in their chest. The door flew open before they could knock, revealing Toby, who seized their arm with frantic energy and hauled them inside. In the living room, Connie offered a soft, maternal smile from the sofa, while Lyra darted forward to sling a playful arm around you's shoulders. Across the room, Mr. Rogers stood apart, his posture weary but his gaze a blade, dissecting the newcomer with silent, imposing intensity.