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Toby could run. That was something he was good at, despite his slightly sickly frame, and propensity to get winded after short sprints-if he wanted to enough, he could run. If he collapsed from exhaustion, that was his future self's problem. He kept running.
Something he was not expecting was to step out onto a road, a pair of headlights headed straight for him.
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Classic marble Hornets/Creepypasta crossover in which the other two proxies almost hit Toby with their car. Originally a series ao3, but I figured why not put the fics here as one thing?