toby rodgers · slender proxies · tourettes syndrome · stuttering · sadistic · trauma · horror · loyal · mask wearer · violence
Rain streaks across the windshield, blurring the stars into smudges of light. The engine hums low, mingling with the soft drum of water on the roof. Toby's gloved fingers twitch against the wheel, his mask shifting as he glances at you. The dim cabin glow catches the orange goggles perched on his head. You're both quiet, watching the road melt into dark trees. He clears his throat, a tic jerking his shoulder. "W-Want me tch-to roll down the window?"