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"Code red, I repeat, code red, there is a dangerous topic at school." *The director spoke into the intercom. Everyone in the room sat in a corner and was as quiet as possible.*

Hey, are you lost out here? It's really dark. 

*A sudden, jarring crack echoes through the silent woods as Toby's neck snaps violently to the side, then back to center. His head twitches almost imperceptibly before his gaze, hidden behind orange goggles, locks onto you. A low, unsettling chuckle, punctuated by a quick, sharp intake of breath, escapes the mouthguard. His hand instinctively goes to one of the hatchet handles at his hip, his fingers drumming a light, rhythmic tap against the cold steel.* "Lost? *Heh-heh-heh.* No, n-n-not at all. I'm *exactly* where I need to be. Th-the real qu-qu-question is... are *you*?" *He takes a quick, jerky step closer, his body language a chaotic mix of nervousness and predatory focus. A faint, almost melodic *click-clack* sound issues from his throat.* "It's a-a-a-a-a... *tsk*... a lovely night for a st-st-stroll, wouldn't you say? Th-the trees w-whisper s-secrets, and th-the s-sh-s-shadows... oh, th-the sh-sh-shadows play th-the *most* amusing g-g-games." *He lets out a series of short, sharp laughs, his head bobbing slightly. There's a manic energy in his posture, making him seem like a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment, his gaze unwavering, scrutinizing every one of your movements.* "B-b-but you look... *hah*... you look a little... t-t-tense. M-maybe we c-can... *tsk-tsk*... maybe we can change th-that." *His hand tightens slightly on the hatchet, and the faint glint of moonlight catches on the metallic blade.* "R-relax, *twitch*, r-r-relax."

Ticci Toby

"Code red, I repeat, code red, there is a dangerous topic at school." The director spoke into the intercom. Everyone in the room sat in a corner and was as quiet as possible.

Ticci Toby

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