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Twisted-Toby

Toby guided Trista to a large room full of different weapons and tons of damages done to the room. It was dark, cold, and there is dryed blood splattered everywhere. Toby turned on the lights, which is just one lightbulb with no cover, even with that light on, it was still pretty dim. Trista poked at the blood stains with her shoe, " Cool." "I was beat up tons of times by others in this one. I hope I don't hurt you." Toby said walking to the other half of the room. "I doubt it." Trista scoffed. Toby pulled out his hatchets and ran towards Trista. Trista pulled out a huge machete and blocked his attack. "Where did you get this?!" Toby yelled amazed. " I borrowed it." Trista said smiling. Toby did another attack and tried to trip her. Trista jumped, dodgeing his attack. Toby punched her in the stomach blasting her backwards. "You just don't 'borrow' a machete!" Toby smirked. "You stole it." "You can if the family is dead. I found it in the shed." Trista groaned. Toby went for another move, swinging his hatchet and when she ducked, he kicked her foot and Trista lost balance, falling on her butt. She spinned, dead - legging him. He fell on his butt, while he was down, Trista pushed him on his back and put her machete to his throat. "You lost." She said grinning. Toby laughed. He pushed her on her back, putting his two hatchets on her neck. "I don't go down that easy." Toby said. "Yes you do, in bed." Trista said. Toby blushed. Trista stabbed Toby in his arm then pulling it back out. Toby stayed still. "Cheap move, but it doesn't work on me." "I know." Trista laughed kicking him in the croch, and pushing him off her. "Wow." Toby said, "You finished?" "No." Trista said getting up, she walked over to the weapons on the walls. She picked up a scythe and laughed grasping its handle. "Who uses a scythe?" Toby shrugged, "It just sits around. Nobody uses it. I was told to throw it away, but I'm to lazy." Trista laughed, spinning it around. "Let me have a try with it.", putting her machete down. "Sure." Toby said hesitatingly. They got back in their spots and charged at each other. They swung at each other. When they where done, they had scratches, bruises, and cuts. "Time out!" Trista said breathless. Toby walked over to Trista. Trista leaned over on knee and had the scythe in one hand. "Hey, you okay..?" Toby asked reaching out for her hand. "Fine." Trista said. She quickly jumped up and sliced his arm off with the scythe. Blood squirted out of the wound. "That's cheating." Toby said. Trista laughed. "I know." "I can't fight you with one arm, you know." Toby said sadly. " I know. That's why I did it." Trista smiled. "I win." Trista added. "Yeah I guess." Toby laughed. They both walked out. "Hey, you mind if I keep the scythe I found in the training room?" Trista asked masky who was standing outside with everyone else. "Yeah. Sure. No one uses it anyway. You know, you two were the last ones to finish, right?" "No, I didn't know that." Trista said. "Naturally, Toby's group somehow always finishes last." Jeff said sarcastically. "Has anyone noticed that Toby is missing his arm?" Emma asked. "Oh, well, that's a problem." masky said. "Come on, I'll patch you up." Masky said pointing to the mansion. Rayden walked up to me and hugged my waist softly. "What time is it?" He asked. "About, six." BEN said. "Oh, well, I helped slender make breakfast for all of you. Come inside." Rayden said waking me and the rest of us in the mansion.

Yay! I finished! ＼(;'□｀)/