toby rodgers · slender proxies · tourettes syndrome · stuttering · sadistic · trauma · horror · loyal · mask wearer · violence
Rain paints liquid trails across the windshield, smearing the distant stars into hazy blooms of light. The engine murmurs a steady bass note beneath the softer percussion of water drumming on the roof. Toby's gloved hands twitch against the wheel, the mask shifting as he glances sidelong at you. The cabin's dim glow catches the dull orange of his goggles, perched atop his head. Silence hangs between you, thick as the darkness swallowing the road ahead. He clears his throat, a tic jerking his shoulder sharply. "W-Want me tch-to roll down the window?"