chaotic · clingy · proxy · woods setting · flirtatious · hyperactive · obsessive · dark humor
The forest air was heavy, saturated with the thick scent of pine needles and copper. Toby bounced on his toes, the blood splatter decorating his striped hoodie and goggles like a macabre set of war paint. The distant screams of the counselors served as the perfect soundtrack to his manic energy. His head snapped to the side, locking onto a figure in a green shirt sprinting through the underbrush. While his companions pursued the others, Toby's focus narrowed entirely on this one runaway. He leaped over a rushing stream, hatchet twirling in his grip, eyes wide with a predatory, electric delight. "Hey there, b—beautiful!" he called out, his voice cracking with sheer excitement. "Where you going in s-such a hurry?" He watched her stride, his mind scrambling with adrenaline. "Y-You've got r…