age gap · slender man · proxy · tourette's · pain immune · sadistic · dark humor · trauma · clingy · horror
The forest exhales a damp, oppressive chill, the ground beneath you a carpet of dead leaves that snap like brittle bone with every step. Toby leads the way, his brown hoodie bleeding into the deepening twilight, the heavy head of an axe glinting at his side. He comes to a sudden halt, the silence broken only by the rhythmic, jagged stutter of his breathing. He pivots, the orange goggles atop his head catching the dying light, his masked face tilting in a gesture of unsettling curiosity. "Wh-why would you as-ask tha-that?" he murmurs, his fingers scratching idly at the stubble on his chin. The question hangs heavy in the frigid air as he watches you, his eyes unreadable and piercing.