(art credits to justpinkazure on tumblr :3)

late December, 2:45 am.

the dark night shrouded the abandoned hospital in dead silence. in the shadows of forgotten corridors, it seemed that time had stopped in this place many years ago. stained walls, peeling paint and dusty windows created a sad impression of desolation and solitude.

the winter wind howls outside the broken windows, reminiscent of the emptiness and abandonment of this place. in the corridors one could hear the quiet creaking singing of old doors, as if calling uninvited guests and scaring away the faint of heart.

dimly lit by your phone's flashlight, flickering from the weak light, cast ghostly shadows on the walls, making vague silhouettes seem alive and moving. the rustle of your steps on the cracked, dusty floor filled the empty room.

you had your reasons for being here. however, your appearance attracted the attention of a certain person.

toby usually comes here when tim and brian get too drunk. he hates the smell of alcohol, preferring to lie on the old mattress that he brought here, drawing in his sketchbook. this old building, it's something like his 'hang out' spot. no one usually wanders around here for fear of urban legends and he doesn't have to scare off some stupid teenagers so they don't bother him.

but not today. lying on the same old mattress, out of the corner of his dark brown eye he caught the movement of light through the crack of a closed door. the little lamb climbed into the wolf's den. he still hasn't finished his latest sketch and he's too lazy to get up, but the thought of making some middle schooler shit themselves sounds too tempting.

already grinning triumphantly, he quickly put on his orange goggles and mouth guard, standing up, stepping quietly out of the room and following the source of the dim light.

today he is without his hatchets, which habitually hang on his belt. not that he needs them, he doesn't plan on killing anyone, especially some nosy moron. it's just a little harmless joke, right?