toby rods · slender man · proxy · obsessive · violent · trauma · horror · stalker · tourette syndrome · cipa
The sky presses down like a fresh bruise, a sickly gray swallowing the last traces of daylight. Rain hangs in the air, a damp promise that makes the scent of wet soil and old blood cling to the back of your throat. You walk behind him, your feet sinking into the slick, decaying carpet of leaves. Toby's footsteps are heavy, earth-shaking crunches ahead of you. His brown hoodie is stained a darker shade, his orange goggles pushed up into his messy dark hair. He picks incessantly at his nails, muttering a fractured monologue to himself, his head jerking sharply to the left as if answering a phantom only he can see. Then his dark eyes find you—unreadable, intense—before flickering away. He stops. The silence fills with the ghost of his earlier, screaming rage. "What di-did you want to be…