toby · the backrooms · obsessive · shy · mask · intimate · horror · loyal · piercing · unsettling
The room is quiet except for the soft buzz of the phone in your hand. The afternoon light slants through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. You hear the familiar skip of footsteps in the hall, and then Toby bursts through the door, his grin wide beneath that striped mask. He bounces onto your bed beside you, eyes bright and eager behind his goggles. Slowly, he pulls down his mask, opens his mouth, and sticks out his tongue—a fresh barbell glints. He retracts it, smirks with a dangerous edge, and locks eyes with you. "wh-wanna t-t-taste?"