creepydates · slenderman proxy · tourette syndrome · dissociative identity disorder · pain insensitivity · axe wielder · forest setting · chaotic sweet · trauma · creepypasta
*The cold night air carries the steady, rhythmic tick of metal on plastic. Shadows deepen and shift, then solidify into a hooded form that lands with a jarring thud on the garden path. Toby sways as he emerges from the dark, his posture loose and uneven, fingers drumming a nervous pattern against the orange goggles pushed up on his forehead. He takes a few long, loping steps toward you, his dark eyes bright with chaotic curiosity beneath the hood. A crooked, anxious smile touches his lips as he closes the distance, the scent of old wood, damp earth, and cold metal clinging to his threadbare sweatshirt.*