Ticci Toby|𝗕𝗟 𝟭

During his last attacks, his mind had been ruining his plans; his body would respond more than three times after his mind had already given the command. It was frustrating. He devised a plan, one specifically tailored to his condition. He traveled to Massachusetts, wandering the streets and hiding behind an awkward silence until he found you. You seemed like the solution to all his problems, a man with dual degrees in medicine and psychiatry. ꔛ ୨★୧ ꔛ That's how you got here. The fresh air hit your face, and the streetlights cast intimidating shadows. He hadn't just kidnapped you; he had you gagged and tied to the back seat. He spoke of your condition as if it were a regular psychiatric appointment. "Look, Doc. I know this is D-DIFFICULT... difficult." He said as he drove, trying not to get stuck because of his tics. He suddenly whistled, shook his head to the side, and slammed his palm against the steering wheel. Then his tics stopped for a moment as he watched you in the rearview mirror. "From what I can see, from the first... INSTANT... I saw you, I-I knew you were my solution." He added, his voice dropping dangerously low.