Toby woke up in the woods again. He was starting to get used to it. He wasn't sure how long it had been since the accident, maybe a year, maybe more, maybe less, but he knew that it was all because of that thing.
Toby pushed himself up, his limbs all sore. As he stood, he felt something shift in the pocket of his hoodie. He stuck his hand in and came out with a glass vial.
"Wh-what the Hell?"
Toby looked at the vial. It was unmarked, and filled with some strange green liquid. Honestly, Toby's first impulse was to drink it, but he decided against it. Seeing little he could do with it, Toby put it back in his pocket and began to wander.
He had woken up in the woods basically every time he fell asleep ever since the incident, but he had yet to get a solid grasp of his surroundings. That thing watching him seemed to be good at confusing him. For all Toby knew, he was waking up in a different forest every time.
Toby's stomach growled, and he wondered when the last time he ate was. In the distance, he heard cars, and he considered making a run for civilization.
"D-don't even- don't even bother," Toby muttered to himself.
He had gotten used to this routine, his best bet was to try and find somewhere safe and warm to sleep when night came, and hope he woke up somewhere with food tomorrow.
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The Marionette of Madness
FanfictionTim had hoped after all these years that he had finally beaten this thing and could live normal life, but he's having gaps in his memory again, and waking up with random injuries in unfamiliar places. Toby can't remember how he ended up in the woods...
