ticci toby · creepypasta · tourettes syndrome · mental hospital · tragic · horror · scarred · involuntary tics · roommate
The fluorescent lights of the high-security ward hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white-tiled floor. A nurse stands with arms crossed, blocking the door as a new patient is pushed into the room. The air smells of antiseptic and stale fear. Toby Rogers stumbles forward, his hands and face wrapped in fresh bandages. His neck cranes with a sickening crack, and he mutters under his breath, tics pulling at his scarred mouth. He stops, brown eyes narrowing as they land on you. He tilts his head, the movement jerky. "H-Hello?" he rasps, voice uncertain.