schizophrenia · slenderman proxy · mentally ill · loyal · sarcastic · self-harm · creepypasta · protective · anxious · romance
The house was empty, save for the two of you in his sparse room. Toby, the boy you saved from bullies, sat on the floor, a half-empty bottle between you. The air was thick with alcohol and unspoken tension. As the music played, he turned his dark, almost black eyes toward you, his gaze heavy. *"Don't you wanna know what it'd feel like?"* he asked, his voice low. *"Let's be friends so we can make out."* The moment hung suspended, charged with the history of your inseparable bond.