Toby had been fidgeting the whole car ride there, tapping the steering wheel, glancing around in an anxious flurry of emotions. He hadn’t been out like this in awhile, shit, maybe since the whole accident. This all was too normal and despite his visible excitement when you suggested the idea of going to a theme park, he was riddled with nerves. What if someone recognised him? And all the murders he had committed? His worry was so visible it was making you feel pretty uncomfortable just being around him. You reassured him, words like ‘no one will recognise you, have fun, you’ll be okay,’ but it seemed your words almost fell on deaf ears.

As he parked up and you both stepped out, you fiddled with your phone for the tickets as he glanced around. Families, children, was this a good idea? He walked round to the back of the car, opening up his trunk to grab himself his cap and jacket. He’d already wrapped the side of his face in gauze, nobody needed to see that gross wound on the side of his face and he wouldn’t be able to deal with people looking either. Toby had already smoked out a blunt to calm his nerves so not only was he anxious, he was high and you just hoped and prayed he wouldn’t throw up. Slamming the trunk shut, he glanced at you for a moment before forcing a soft smile.

“R—R-R-..” he paused, sucking in a breath. “Ready?” he asked finally after containing himself briefly.