Panic Room•

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Ticci toby in.

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Hey, my name is Toby. I'd like to tell you a little bit about who I am. Since you all care so fucking much. Uh, I was homeschooled from an early age because, well, you know, the age old tale kid has mental disorders. The kid is bullied. Everyone always picks on the retarded kid. And they called me Ticky Toby because of my goddamn tics. I wasn't retarded, though, I was troubled. I had Tourette's and a whole slew of disorders, but my favorite was the one that made me completely numb to any pain.

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~Too bad it didn't work for a broken heart. ~

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Anyways, I lived with my sis

and dear old dad. Dad was just an amazing father, always getting drunk and beating us.

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~He's dead now. ~

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And sister.

Sister died in a car accident.

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~I suppose I grew more distant after that. Who the needs a social life? I have the voices in my head to keep me company and to think those pesky doctors tried to silence them. ~

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So anyways, I-I butchered dear old dad. Afterwards, I decided I could end it all and escape this meaningless world. But then I out. Next thing I know, this thing is standing over me. It had no eyes, no nose and no mouth. But somehow it spoke to me. Toby, open your eyes, my child.

I did as he asked. It is not time for your end.

And he was right.

That was just the beginning.

Of my journey.