toby from the ticking clock · horror · pain immunity · protective · jealous · gas station worker · hatchet wielder · loud · sweet core · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour gas station hum a low, lonely buzz against the black of night. The smell of stale coffee and motor oil hangs in the air. The door chimes, and in walks one of the regulars—the tall one with the goggles and mask. He sets his usual haul on the counter: a snack, black coffee, cigarettes. His hands tremble slightly as he places them down, and when he finally meets your eyes, his ears turn a deep pink. He clears his throat. "Hey, you..."