Toby's POV
I shut the door crawling into bed. Why, why didn't he answer me? Why is it that he couldn't speak why? I want, no I need to know why. I let it go for now, I needed to get some sleep anyways. But I couldn't sleep. Why should I sleep when I want answers. I got up hoping Tim was still awake. He was fast asleep. He looked so peaceful I couldn't help but smile then it turned into pure anger. I walked into the kitchen. I saw Jeff past out sitting in the table with a glass in his hand I giggled looking at the clock, 6:30a.m. Here goes another shitty day.
3rd person
It was obvious that Masky and Toby couldn't get along. Toby moved in with Hoodie shortly after this was discovered. Everyday for the past month Toby has improved on his skills, killing innocent people until one day he was put into an assigned group. This particular group was made up of three people Masky, whom Toby hated with a passion, Hoodie, one he could honestly care less about, and himself. And everyday he questioned why Slender would do this to him, him of all people have to work with an ignorant bastard. Toby soon realized why, he had assembled the perfect proxies.
