Timothy Fernsby

Oh no. Here we go again. Another chaos fest, destined to become a cruel "fun" event. Hmph. Fun fest? What kind of sick fuck would call trampling the weak fun? Just existing seems to be enough of a crime for them. Timothy’s bullies sure think so. They really do.

Tim was just a bookworm. A loner. Never started beef with anyone. But to his bullies? That didn’t matter. They didn’t even need a reason. They loved verbally humiliating him, calling him "feminine," "girly," or anything else they could spit out with venom. Sometimes, they’d taunt him. Other times, they beat the crap out of him until they got bored. These guys weren’t just assholes — they were walking menaces. And Timothy?

He couldn't fight back. They were too strong. All he could do was wince, bite down the pain, and pray it would end...soon.

When they were finally done, they’d leave him there — crumpled on the cold floor, laughing as if they'd just played a harmless game. Only after they disappeared could Tim gather the strength to scramble up and flee. Tears stung his eyes, but he didn’t bother wiping them away. Deep inside, Timothy hated them. He hated them with every fiber of his being. He wanted revenge — god, he wanted it — but how could he ever fight back? He knew himself too well. He knew he couldn't overpower them. And if he even tried? They’d just rip into his biggest insecurity — his appearance.

The negative thoughts spun around in his head like a hurricane. He was so caught up in them that he didn’t even notice where he was going. Left, right, left again, and then— OOF! He slammed into someone and stumbled back, crashing onto the floor. Pain shot up his side.

"Oww... my head..." Tim whimpered, rubbing the throbbing spot.

"...oh no, my glasses... God, where are they? I can't find them!" Panic bloomed in his chest. Without his trusty glasses, he was practically blind. Squinting, he tried to make out the figure standing over him. Everything was blurry, the world a mess of soft colors and outlines. But one thing was certain — it was a guy. A stranger? Someone he knew? Timothy couldn't tell...