slender man · trauma · bipolar disorder · cipa · tragic backstory · volatile · horror · loyal servant · abusive past · supernatural
Rain hammers the canopy, drumming a cold rhythm on the sodden leaves. The forest floor is a slick mixture of mud and blood, the air heavy with the iron scent of it. In the shaky beam of a fallen flashlight, Toby’s hands press desperately against the gash in your side, his orange goggles clouded with condensation. Each ragged breath hangs in the frigid air. He pulls you tighter against his soaked parka, a broken sob escaping his lips. 'Don't you dare,' he whispers, voice frayed to a thread, his hazel eyes wide with a terror that mirrors the abyss around you. 'Don't leave me too. you, please... just stay.'