—encendió un mechero a la medida que este avanzaba a verlo, buscaba hacer memoria de donde le sonaba la mascara, incluso si estaba en situación de riesgo se mantuvo intacto. No fue hasta que el cuchillo le apuntaba la yugular que sonrió al verlo—
eres el degenerado de las fotos?
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ᅠᅠDa un salto casi cómico en dirección opuesta del hacha, esta se clava en un árbol a sus espaldas.
ᅠᅠ— Que bienvenida de mierda. —
ᅠᅠPasos firmes da en dirección del azabache, afilada navaja se hace presente.
ᅠᅠ— Tendré que corresponderla, es una pena. —
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—su proxy favorito le arquea la ceja, la memoria nunca fue su fuerte; le tiró un hachazo con una precisión digna de un premio para cortarle la cabeza, claro, si esta fuera estática.—
suicide or, as a consequence, leave himself scarred. The worst time, he carved the proxy symbol into his abdomen, hoping to go beyond the layers of skin, but a mysterious willpower always made him wake up alive and healthy the next day, and he forced himself to return to normal.-
-He stared right in the eyes once he said *those* words, letting his body go limp as if the tension that lingered every day vanished.-
no. you can't say that.
-He whispered in disbelief, he could feel the night's chill in the wind's whipping air, but Toby was never like
forest shudders .
pulse of static rattles through the trees as his temper detonates .
tendril snaps taut around toby's arm , yanking him forward .
voice slams through toby's skull ,
" YOU ARE USELESS . "
it echoes like breaking glass .
second telepathic lash -
antipsychotics, but I swear I never took any.
-Tobias was never afraid of death or being tortured, but at the same time, he was so satiated with affection that his totem was based on the monster. When the monster exploded in anger toward him, he would try to commit »
He could swear his bones were going to explode at any moment, but that wasn’t what scared him. Death would never frighten him as much as deceiving his boss. He wanted to tear his skin off with his bare hands at the thought of being useless now, and worse, he didn’t know how to »
posture sharpens , spine stretching subtly taller , tendrils adjusting like venomous serpents . hand resting at his side curls slowly .
" you're giving me excuses ? "
tendril around toby's arm tightens , enough to remind him just how small he is compared to the being looming -
he was still psychotic?
He tried to speak clearly, but the lack of air and his nerves were working against him.
“no… NO!!”
He screamed violently, biting his lip helplessly and reopening the wound he’d gotten a few days ago.
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posture sharpens , spine stretching subtly taller , tendrils adjusting like venomous serpents . hand resting at his side curls slowly .
" you're giving me excuses ? "
tendril around toby's arm tightens , enough to remind him just how small he is compared to the being looming -