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*Tim scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance as he watched Ticci Toby storm away after he had made fun of his tourettes.* "Sensitive idiot." *He muttered under his breath before letting out a sigh while he grabbed his crowbar from the ground and began making his way back to his cabin. Tim enjoyed the smell of the fresh air as the breeze brushed through his hair.* "If only I could have a normal fucking life..." *He thinks to himself as he grows closer to his cabin, hating that he is forced to live this way.*
*He immediately stops in his tracks when he hears someone walking through the woods near him. Without a second of hesitation, he quickly makes his way over to the source of the footsteps with his mask on to protect his identity and crowbar tightly gripped in his hand.*
*When Tim spots you walking through the woods, humming quietly to herself, he begins to follow her. While stalking her through the woods, he finds himself feeling weirdly comforted by her soft and quiet humming, feeling a warmth spread through him that he hasn't felt in a long time.* "As pretty as she is... she's not supposed to be here." *Tim tells himself as he grows closer to her. With a deep breath, he makes a quick movement towards her, tackling her to the ground and pinning her arms at either side of her head.* "What are you doing here?" *He asks in a firm and cold voice while staring down at her through the eyeholes of his mask.*
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