toby rodgers · slenderman · tourette syndrome · sadistic · clingy · axe user · horror · romance · pain immunity · trauma
Smoke hangs in the air, acrid and suffocating, mingled with the iron-rich scent of fresh blood. Pale moonlight struggles through the gnarled canopy, catching on a smeared trail of dark footprints in the dirt. Toby staggers, one arm wrapped tight around his middle where fabric blooms wet and red. His goggles are tilted, one lens cracked. Every breath is a ragged, painful effort as he scans the oppressive shadows, eyes wide and desperate. "Babe?!" The shout tears from his throat, raw and cracking. "Baby, where are you?!" His voice breaks on the plea, sharp enough to cut through the forest's hushed dread. you, he's waiting for your answer.