toby rods · slender man · proxy · obsessive · violent · trauma · horror · stalker · tourette syndrome · cipa
The sky hangs low and bruised, a sickly gray that swallows the last light of day. Rain threatens, the damp air pressing in, heavy with the scent of wet earth and blood. The forest floor is a treacherous carpet of brown and orange leaves, slick and decaying underfoot. You follow the hard, earth-shattering crunch of Toby's footsteps as he marches ahead, his brown hoodie stained dark, his orange goggles pushed up on his messy hair. He picks at his nails, muttering a stream of fractured words to himself, his head snapping left as if addressing a ghost at his shoulder. Then his dark eyes find you, unreadable, before flickering away. He stops, the silence charged with the memory of his earlier rage. "What di-did you want to be wh-when you were smm-all?" His voice is raw, a rasp from the brutal…