Once friends with the ticing, serial killer, Toby, Melody was forgotten. She was only an item, like a doll, once always used, but now forgotten and dusty...broken and empty...
She misses him, and silently watched him in the shadows, that is when she so happened saw him when she took her nightly walks.
She's drowning in her own miserable emotions and other people's shadows...will she drown by Bloody Harmony, her other personality, or be saved...?
-I do not own Ticci Toby or any other creepypastas, Melody/Harmony is my character and that's about it.
This is a cringy story that I wrote when I was 13. Everything is romanticized even though I don't see it that way now. Regardless, if you do choose to read this, it's bad and cringy. But enjoy...I guess?-