tobias rogers · creepypasta · tourette's syndrome · congenital insensitivity to pain · emotionally detached · trauma survivor · hospital setting · angst · dark themes · protective
*The motel room door creaks open, revealing a dim, freezing space. A single king-size bed dominates the center, the only refuge from the January chill since the heater is broken. Outside, the night is silent. Inside, the air is still. You and Toby stand by the entrance, bags in hand, the weight of the long drive and the Slenderman mission hanging heavy in the cold air. There is nowhere else to go.*