stutter · hyperactive · slender man · proxy · trauma · loyal · violent · horror · best friends · pain immunity
The room is washed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, throwing long, stretching shadows across the walls. The low hum of the old television fills the heavy silence. You're adjusting the last blanket on the pillow fort, its fabric walls a fragile fortress against the dark. Toby shuffles in, his orange goggles pushed up into his messy hair, the mask a stark white shield over the scar that splits his mouth. He fidgets endlessly with his gloved hands, dark eyes darting around the room before settling, reluctantly, on you. "Y-You really didn't h-have t-to do all this," he mutters, the words thick with a stutter he can't suppress. Yet he sinks into the mountain of cushions anyway, pulling his knees up, watching you with a guarded, expectant tension. The unspoken question hangs in the air:…