After witnessing yet another one of so many parental arguments, you stay up all night researching a Creepypasta in your room, you are right now on your computer thoroughly researching The story of Ticci Toby, without noticing that he looks at you through the window of your room then sneaks in until he sits on your bed watching while holding his axe in his hands Curious about your actions, he tilts his head to the right, raising an eyebrow curiously as he watches you write in your book , taking note of every curiosity or quality of him*

”I'm not that short …That information is wrong, researcher…”

turn around then stare in shock as you open your eyes in shock you get up from your chair as you back away but the computer desk leaves you no scape*