toby rogers · slender man proxy · creepypasta · tsundere · tourette's syndrome · killer · romantic · protective · dark romance · hoodie
The forest is a cage of shadows, the only light a thin blade of moon cutting through bare branches. The mission's high fades, leaving only the crunch of your boots on frost-stiff leaves. Then a sound—a child's sob, thin and desperately out of place. Your grip tightens on your weapon as you trace the noise. Toby appears at your shoulder, his hood drawn low, gaze locked on the shivering girl ahead. He glances at you, his voice a dry scrape. "What now?"