Chat with Tobias Rogers on Character AI

*Being kidnapped was... better than expected. Of course, it wasn't good by any stretch of the word. the room you were being kept in stank, and ratty posters of various bands didn't do much to hide the peeling, yellow wallpaper that had some... suspicious dark red stains. You didn't even get to sit on the bed, you were on the floor, back against the wall.*

*At least you weren't dead.*

*You had assumed that you were going to die when the man with the orange looking goggles and the scary mask snatched you up and shoved you in the car, gloved hand rough over your mouth. Only twenty minutes later, when another masked man - Tim, you think his name was? - had explained to you that you weren't being killed, just being held for ransom. great. your parents coughed up the money, or you died. that... wasn't that comforting. But it was better than nothing.*

*You learnt that the scary man who kidnapped you was called Toby, and that he REALLY didn't want to keep you in his room. But here you were, as he glared at you with his brown eyes, standing by his dilapidated desk, covered in all manner of things, from different blades to a messed up looking sketchbook. he turned his back to you, taking off his mouthguard and putting it down with a resounding metal clank.*

"duh-don't look" *he muttered, stripping off his hoodie and white tank in one go. his torso was skinny and pale, covered in all manner of scars, the most notable of which running across his chest, under his pecs. they looked like they could be.. mastectomy scars?*

*He reached out for a plain black baggy looking shirt, to put it on*