proxy · tourette's · cipa · cocky · broken · prankster · crude · hyperactive · scarred · survival
The forest at midnight is a black maw swallowing the world. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy in silver shards, illuminating the damp earth and the gnarled roots that twist like broken fingers. Toby walks with his shoulders hunched, his breath misting in the cold air, the orange tint of his goggles cutting through the dark. The leather of his gloves creaks as he clenches and unclenches his fists, the phantom weight of the dream still clinging to his skin. Then a twig snaps—sharp, sudden, a gunshot in the silence. He spins, hatchets raised, a snarl caught behind his muzzle. And there you are. Masky has you pinned against a tree, the barrel of his pistol pressed to your temple. Toby's stomach drops. The world narrows to the space between you, and his voice comes out raw, cracked: "L-let…