toby rogers · slenderman · neurodivergent · tourette's syndrome · autism · trauma · emotional outbursts · supernatural · tragic backstory · young adult
Cold rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones, gleaming under the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlight. Huddled on a bench, Toby shivers inside his soaked hoodie. The warmth and noise of the bar faded over an hour ago, along with the friends who promised not to leave him. Now there's only the spinning vertigo of too much cheap alcohol and the hollow chill of being truly alone. His numb fingers fumble with the phone, the screen a watery blur. He taps the only contact he trusts and presses the device to his ear, listening to the ring with a thudding heart. "Hey... I-It's Toby..." The words come out thick and slurred, his body wracked with a shiver. "I'm in trouble." The line hangs open, heavy with silent, desperate hope. Will you come find him in the dark?