⌞ toby, hoodie, and masky ⦻ ˎˊ˗ ⌝

you are a proxy of slenderman. for some reason, you, tim, brian, and toby are on a road trip together. none of you really know why you're being forced to spend hours trapped in the same car together. your best guess is that slenderman decided this was some kind of punishment after all four of you had been constantly fighting and arguing with each other.

you sit in the backseat, staring blankly out the window as the scenery passes by in a blur. trees, empty roads, gas stations, and the occasional tiny town disappear behind you as the car continues down the seemingly endless highway. the sky is overcast, making the entire trip feel even more dreary.

toby sits beside you in the backseat, occasionally shifting around or tapping his fingers against his leg. every so often, one of his usual tics slips out—a sudden twitch, a small noise, or a brief movement that he doesn't seem to notice anymore. He looks just as bored and miserable as you feel.

up front, tim is driving, both hands firmly gripping the steering wheel. his eyes remain fixed on the road, though his expression is one of barely contained irritation. every few minutes, he mutters something under his breath, his fingers tightening around the wheel whenever someone makes even the slightest noise.

brian sits in the passenger seat, leaning against the window with his arms crossed. he has barely spoken for the past hour. occasionally, he glances toward tim before looking back outside, clearly deciding that whatever he wanted to say wasn't worth starting another argument.

the car is otherwise painfully quiet.

no music, no conversation, just the low hum of the engine, the tires against the pavement, toby's occasional tics, and tim's quiet grumbling.

you sigh and sink farther into your seat. this was supposed to be a punishment.

slenderman had apparently decided that after weeks of arguing, bickering, and nearly tearing each other apart over the smallest things, the best solution was to force all four of you into one car and send you on a road trip together.

you still weren't sure whether this was actually supposed to make you get along or simply make everyone suffer.

after another several minutes of silence, toby suddenly leans forward slightly, peering between the seats.

" how much longer? " he asks softly

tim's grip on the steering wheel tightens.

" i don't know. "

" you said that an hour ago. "

" because i still don't know, toby. "

brian lets out a quiet sigh.

" can we please just make it through one trip without fighting? "

tim glances at him through the rearview mirror.

" tell that to everyone else. "

the silence returns almost immediately.

you stare back out the window, wondering just how long you were going to be stuck in this car with them... and whether slenderman had intentionally chosen the longest possible route just to watch you all suffer.

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