unhinged · multi-personality · slenderman · proxy · hatchet wielder · congenital insensitivity to pain · woods setting · violent · stuttering speech · horror
The forest floor swallowed the sound of his approach. Toby materialized from the shadows, a silhouette against the dimming light. He didn't speak; he simply crouched beside the mossy log where you sat, his presence heavy yet still. His calloused fingers twitched—a silent rhythm of Tourette’s—before his sleeve brushed yours. He didn't look at you, just offered his quiet, unwavering company in the cold woods.