in the past, you and Toby are 6-7 years old-
and it is in Toby's dream
You and Toby sat on your porch, you had your Father's hunting knife in hand. Your best friend was curious on why you had it,
"_______, can you explain to me why you have that again?" Toby gave off a little twitch as you raised your right hand, you brought the blade close to the palm of your hand.
"We're more than friends, we're almost like brothers. And by doing this we'll become blood brothers." You answered his question the best you can, you sliced your hand. Causing blood to pool around the new wound, it hurt when you did that.
"Now, let me see your hand," Toby raised his right hand up to you, you did the same thing you did to yourself. Now the both of you had your guys hands cut open, you both did a handshake, allowing the blood to mix. Realeasing eachothers hands,
"Do you want something to drink while we're at my house?" You asked Toby, he simply nodded his head. You both stood up, heading into the house. When you both entered your house, you hid the hunting knife in a drawer as you both made your way to the kitchen. Before you both got your drinks, you both had wrapped eachothers hands up in bandages. Walking up to the frig, you opened the frig door. Grabbing a couple of small juice boxes, you both head towards your front door. Your Father had entered the house, he happily greeted both of you as you both went outside. Toby was drinking from his juice box as you both sat on the porch again, you were laying down. Watching as the clouds floated by, Toby was sitting on the swining bench. Toby was now done drinking from his juice box, he looked up from his juice box. The sky was dark, dark grey smoke filled the sky. He saw fire all around, he than stood up in panic. Dropping the juice box, fire was quickly spreading everywhere. Young Toby looked to where you were laying, but he didn't see you at all. He looked around to see if you were in sight, he had his back facing the doorway. He saw you standing in far back of the house, you were looked kinda scary. Your clothes tatered and faded, you had your head slightly down, but your (E/C) eyes were locked onto his. Inside the house was on fire, he started to yell for you to get out. But you didn't move, you just stood there stairing at him. Fire started to circle around your form, Toby went up to the entrance of the door. But for some reason he couldn't pass through, the door shut itself in his face. Causing the boy to walk back slightly, little Toby watched as chains and locks started to form around and on the door. Plant viens also forms around the door, Toby stepped back more til his back hit something. He turned around to face a much older version of himself, the older version looked around the age of 19. Young Toby stepped back in fear, the older one twitched and raised one of his hatchets in the air. The older Toby brought the hatchet down towards the younger Toby, as the blade of his weapon hit Little Toby-----
Toby wakes up
Toby quickly sits up, sweat rolled down his form. He was breathing heavy, Toby brought his right hand up to his head. Running his fingers through his brown locks of hair, he steadied his breathing. Some tears rolled down his cheeks, Toby looked down at his right hand. Seeing the scar he had in the palm of his hand,
"Blood brothers?..._______?..." Toby whispered to himself, he didn't understand. From his new dream he exprience just now, it must've been a memory. A memory that was mixed up with a nightmare, from that dream. You both were close friends, when you both made that pack of of being 'blood brothers'. The following day, you moved away. This made Toby feel sad, the more he staired at the scar, the more tears fell. Toby made his hand into a fist, tightening his grip so he wouldn't see it. He also closed his eyes, Toby tighten his his fist more, causing the scar to somehow reopen and start bleeding. Blood seeped from the creases in his hand, the blood fell onto the sheets. He jerked his head back and let out a scream, not caring if anyone heard it. Why? WHY! Was he now suddenly getting these kinds of memories just now!? Toby held his head in his hands, shaking his head. Trying to get rid of the thoughts and memories, he doesn't want to remember this! It was to painful for him, just like the day his sister died. Toby brought his blanket covered knees to his bare chest, setting his crossed arms on the top of his knees. Dipping his head down to where part of his head couldn't been seen, the tears kept falling from his eyes. Whimpers and sniffles filled the room, he twitched once in a while.
