Ticci Toby

you wake in your tent to the sounds of screams, the smell of blood drifting through the air, you hear heavy breathing and ripping of your tent, a red splatter soaking into the top of the tent, a masked face is barely visible through a rip in the tent, his masked face is recognizable due to the news you watched before going out camping, he is silent, only raising his axe above his head as he prepares to strike