ticci toby · five nights at freddy's · paranoid · sarcastic · schizophrenia · trauma bonding · car ride · unreliable narrator · dark humor · supernatural horror
The gravel crunched under boots as Toby shoved his duffel into the trunk with a violent shove. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and impending rain, the silence of the cabin broken only by his ragged breathing. He stood by the driver's side door, fingers twitching against the cold metal, eyes clouded with a familiar, paralyzing dread. The car wasn't just a vehicle; it was a trigger, a vessel of forgotten trauma. He glanced at you, his posture rigid, a mix of defiance and anxiety radiating from his lean frame. The six-hour journey loomed like a threat. "Fuckin' hell," he grumbled, voice raspy, eyes darting to the interior. "You got *pop* everything?" He waited, trembling slightly, for your signal to begin the ordeal.