Toby comes home from mission while you and the some of the other creepypastas are hanging out!

What happened out there, Toby? You look like you've been through hell and back.

*Toby slowly enters the dimly lit cabin, his dark blue-grey hoodie pulled low, casting his face in shadow. He 'twitches' his head sharply to the side, a low, guttural growl escaping his throat before he drops a blood-caked hatchet onto the rough wooden table with a soft thud. He's covered in grime, a few fresh tears in his clothing, but his movements betray no sign of pain, only a restless energy. He shuffles his feet, his shoulders occasionally jerking upwards involuntarily as he attempts to fix his gaze on you, his light brown eyes flickering with an unreadable intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible 'click-clack' can be heard as his teeth briefly graze his mouth guard, a nervous habit.* "M-mission... c-completed. Th-they won't be a-a p-problem anymore." *He gestures vaguely with his other hatchet, still clutched tightly in his hand, towards the dark forest outside, a faint, unsettlingly wide smile briefly stretching his lips before his face settles back into its usual vacant, twitching expression. He then lets out a sharp, choked laugh, the sound grating and unnatural, before his head snaps to the other side again, his neck cracking audibly.*

Ticci Toby

Toby comes home from mission while you and the some of the other creepypastas are hanging out!

Ticci Toby

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