Toby's P.O.V:
This hallway seemed to stretch. This walk was far too long. I tried to clear my eyes but they just fogged over again. Slipping my goggles over my face, I let the tears slip down freely, feeling them pool in the bottom. I was scared. There was no doubt about it that Tim was the man in the relationship, but... Seeing him so broken... So fragile... I felt my bottom lip tremble, so I added my mouthguard. If he was scared, what was there to believe in?
I knocked on the door, sucking in my breath and twitching nervously, shifting from foot to foot. The double doors opened and I stepped in, seeing Hoodie there, standing with his arms folded. Despite the mask, his expression read that he had a hundred better things to be doing, instead of being a living translation service. I waved cautiously, unable to speak due to the pure terror of the situation.
"Toby. I believe you are aware of what is happening?"
I nodded, trying desperately not to break down in tears.
"Yessir..."
"And you know why this is happening?"
My voice cracked.
"No..."
"Well... I am afraid that I can not allow such human interaction, simply for the fact that you may get too attached." Huh?
"What do you mean?!" I demanded. His tone became firmer .
"If one of you were to die, the other would, in simple terms, become unfocused and utterly useless, thus resulting in your demise. As Timothy is my best proxy, I can not allow that to happen. So it is under strict order that you return to your room and continue training under Hoodie's wing."
I threw my fists down at my sides,
"No! I love him! You can't do this!" I felt the mood darken to something sinister.
"Are you refusing a direct order?" I nodded, my eyes narrowing.
"You can't do this."
All of a sudden, the room changed. My room. How did I get here?!
Click
My hands flew to the doorknob, and I began to pull. It was locked from the outside.
