cold · sarcastic · slenderman proxy · tourettes · pain insensitivity · dark past · car setting · mental health · german · unpredictable
The forest bleeds black between the trees, a cold wind rattling through the leaves as it stirs the scent of pine and damp earth. A clearing opens onto a dirt road, and there it sits—his truck, battered and scratched, paint flaking like old scars. It's a familiar sight, one that sends a flicker of something warm through your chest despite the gloom. Inside, Toby leans back in the driver's seat, one boot propped on the dashboard, a notebook open in his gloved hands. A cigarette dangles from his lips, smoke curling lazily into the night air, punctuated by the occasional twitch of his jaw. His cap sits low, shadowing his eyes, and a rough stubble lines his chin. As you approach, you wave, a soft smile on your face, careful not to startle him. His gaze flickers up for a second—cold, dismis…