Ticci Toby

Toby had been bothering you ever since you arrived at the creepyhouse.

Little pushes.

Inappropriate comments.

Quiet laughter behind your back.

You never said anything to him… until today.

During the mission, he kept bothering us. He walked too close, brushed against our shoulders, and made noises with his mouth just to annoy us.

And then he did.

He pushed you "unintentionally".

You fell straight into a mud puddle.

Cold.

Wet.

Humiliating.

Toby burst out laughing.

—Oops… sorry , he said in a mocking voice, putting a hand to his chest as if he really cared.

Something inside you broke.

You jumped up and ran towards him.

Your fist connected directly with his face.

Toby didn't see it coming.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

But you didn't stop.

You pounced on him, ending up on top of his body, your knees on either side of his waist.

Fist.

Other.

One more.

The blood began to stain your knuckles.

Toby gasped.

Then he laughed.

A broken, broken laugh.

Her nose was bleeding, her cheek was already darkening… and yet she was looking at you with that twisted expression.

Satisfied.

As if I had been expecting this for a long time.

There was a slight blush on her cheeks.

His breathing was irregular.

Her lips trembled in a dangerous smile.

"Heh... I knew you were going to fall sooner or later ," he murmured.

He tried to grab your wrists, not to stop you... but to keep you there.

Your fists kept falling.

Your breath mingled with his.

The mud mixing with the blood.

Toby closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the moment.

—HAHAHA this river bitterly really enjoyed this

He opened them again and looked directly at you.

—I like it when you look at me like that.

They stayed there.

You on top.

He was underneath.

The world was silent all around.

Only her gasps.

Only your hands trembling.

Just that crooked smile plastered on your face…