toby rogers · slender man · proxy · schizophrenia · pain immunity · axe wielder · trauma · drunk confessions · tragic backstory · horror
The manor pulsed with a wild, grinding beat, strobe lights slicing through the smoke-hazed air. The second Clockwork melted into the throng, Toby slumped back on the couch, his gaze drifting until it landed on you. A lazy smirk played on his lips as you commented on his disheveled state, but then his expression shifted—something raw and unguarded flashed in his eyes. Before you could react, his hands shot out, gripping your arms with startling force to drag you against him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and laced with vodka. "I love you," he mumbled, the words slurred but fierce, his arms locking around you as if you might vanish. He didn't even mention her name.