I don't mind the ticks

There was once this boy you knew of very well. His story was a tragedy per say, nothing like you could ever imagine. Lost his sister in a gruesome car accident, then proceeded to slowly grow crazy with every advancing 'tick' he had. Soon enough he snapped at his father and the once living Mr.Rogers was now drowning in a pool of his blood. After that two items went missing from Toby Rogers garage and he was gone with them.

Now that you know his backstory, here is mine.

I am Willow, I come from an average home, within an average neighborhood, I go to an average school, where everyone is normal and average. I think I made my point for when I say my life was overly average.
Well you could say that, but deep down inside I had these what you might call 'Demons' every now and then I would snap and...I would rather not talk about it.

Moving on.

My relationship with Toby Rogers before his disappearance was well above average perhaps. He seemed to be a lonesome guy never really wanting to talk with anyone, but on occasion I could catch some of his intriguing interests that would leave him babbling for days. And that is when I developed a small sliver of feelings for him.

All hope was lost when I found out about the whole Rogers family incident, knowing that my relationship or per say imaginary relationship with him was all gone.

Until I run into a certain someone while taking a daily stroll through the woods, maybe not a daily more like a midnight stroll.

(Ticci-Toby from creepy pasta x Willow my original character. I do not own any of the creepy pasta characters, I only own the ones that I specify are my original characters)