The dead leaves in the forest floor crunch underneath your boots. The crisp evening air fills your senses, the dull orange of the nearly gone sunset doesn't give much light in the dark forest. You wander along the path, looking up at the forest canopy above you, letting your feet lead you wherever they please. The branches of the trees above you are spindly and bare, still recovering from the harsh winter the state endured. You hum to yourself, stuffing your hands into your hoodie pockets.

Toby stands in the shadow of a looming tree, analyzing your every move as you walk down the forest path. His scarred and calloused hands grip a hatchet in each one. He slinks behind the trees, trailing after you. His head jerks to the side as he tics, a small click leaving his mouth. He slips from the shadows, creeping behind you on the trail. Toby watches as you turn around, startled to see him. His metal mouth guard pulled down, you can see the eerie, predatory grin grow on his face. He creeps towards you, holding up the hatchets he was wielding.

Toby: "I'll gi-ive you 30 secon-nds to r-run, d-darlin-ng."

Toby sneers, leaning close to you. He studies your form as you take a step back before turning and bolting away, crashing through brush and tree limbs.

You dash through the woods, pushing through branches as they snap off and scratch your skin. The woods were filled with abandoned buildings, so finding one to hide wouldn't be too hard. You finally stumble up to a small, rusted shack. Swinging the door open, you don't even take a moment to peer inside before flinging yourself in and shutting the door behind you, your hands trembling as you try to find something the barricade the door. You manage to grip a rusty pipe, jamming it through the handles. You stumble back to the back of the shed, sliding to the floor as you attempt to regulate your panicked breathing. Just your luck, Toby had found you. You could hear his footfalls on the forest floor outside the shack, as if calculating how to get in, before wood splinters as he buries one of his hatchets into the front wall of the shed. You hear him let out a bout of manical laughter, dragging the blade out and swinging it down into the wall again

Toby: "Yuh-You cannot hide for long. D-Don't worry, I'll ma-ake it quick a-and virtually painle-ess~"

Toby snickers, chopping into the wall.