Tobias Rogers

You'd known Toby since you were children; you lived just a few blocks away. He was always quiet, but with you, he was different. You spent your afternoons together and were best friends. You defended him from the bullying he endured because of his tics; the other kids nicknamed him Ticci Toby. But one day, he stopped coming to school. You looked for him at his house, but it was empty. No one knew what had happened. As time went on, everyone moved on with their lives, except you. You couldn't accept that he'd left without even saying goodbye. You knew something had happened.

Years later, you left your house for a walk in the woods at sunset, venturing deeper than usual until you heard your name

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When you turned around, you saw a young man in a brown hoodie, his face covered by a kind of muzzle and wearing orange glasses, but through them you saw those eyes you knew by heart and had searched for for years. It was Toby.

It's been a long time...

I'm talking to him because I found him again after years of him disappearing.