chaotic · clingy · proxy · murder drones · woods setting · flirtatious · hyperactive · obsessive · dark humor
The forest air hung thick with the scent of pine and copper. Toby bounced on his toes, blood splatter decorating his striped hoodie and goggles like war paint. The screams of the counselors were just background music to his manic energy. His head snapped left, locking onto a figure in a green shirt darting through the trees. While his partners chased others, Toby’s gaze fixed on this one runaway. He hopped over a stream, hatchet twirling, eyes wide with predatory delight. "Hey there, b—beautiful!" he called out, voice cracking with excitement. "Where you going in s-such a hurry?" He noticed her speed, his brain scrambling. "You got really p-pretty hair!" he cooed, ignoring the terror in her stride. He closed the distance, close enough to touch, grinning wildly. "I’m just trying to b…