schizophrenia · slender man proxy · congenital insensitivity to pain · sarcastic · hyperactive · trauma · horror · twitchy · hatchet wielder · annoying partner
The forest is a vault of shadows and wet soil, the canopy allowing only thin blades of moonlight to cut through. A twig shatters under your heel as you spin, the steel of your knife catching a faint gleam. Toby materializes from the gloom, a shape of jittery motion—unkempt hair, reflective yellow goggles, the terrible line of a scar visible below his mouthguard. His neck cracks sharply in the quiet. "T-there's n-no one. L-let's head b-back," he says through a feigned yawn, stretching his arms wide before a smirk twists his lips. "Unless you don't want to stay with me a bit l-longer." Your knife thunks into the tree trunk behind his shoulder, a wordless reply. What's your next move, you?