Going Rouge [FINAL BOOK]

Chapter #1

Toby slowly opened his eyes and enjoyed the fact that the sunlight was blocked by the blinds and wasn't able to get him. Instead of getting up, he decided to roll over on his stomach, pull the covers over his head, and close his eyes again; his alarm said otherwise and began going off. Toby reached out of the warm blankets and felt around for the large 'Off' button on the clock. Once he felt it, he slammed his index finger down onto it and let his arm fall with a loud groan that echoed around his room.
Sighing, he threw the covers off and rolled out of bed, beginning his daily routine. He walked into the bathroom and sneered at his reflection: dark brown hair that was messy from sleep, dark brown eyes, an oh so wonderful new cut on his eyebrow, and extremely pale skin. Looking away, he started a shower and quickly slipped out of his night shirt and pajama pants before stepping in under the warm water. As he was washing his hair, there was the sound of footsteps outside the bathroom door.
"Sam, why the hell are you in my house again?" he yelled over the sound of the water.
"You have food!" Sam shouted in reply and there was the sound of footsteps again, this time sounding like Sam was running down the hall.
"Dumbass," Toby muttered, running his fingers through his hair and washing the conditioner out of his dark locks. Sam had started showing up again a few days after Toby had escaped the fire and was presumed dead. The kid told him about how everyone in the Underworld and the Upperworld (the human world where the Pastas resided) knew about what happened in town and he told Toby about how everyone was wondering why there were no remains from the scene.
"Someone had the idea that it was Slendy taking your soul and your physical form," Sam had said which had made Toby burst out laughing.
But now back to the present, Toby was finally stepping out of the shower to finish up his routine. He quickly dried himself off then changed into the outfit he put on the edge of the sink the night before. Pulling the blue jeans over over his striped boxers and slipping the black turtle neck on, he ran a brush through his hair and tried his best to contain the curls. Toby clicked his tongue as he dropped the brush down on the edge of the sink and whistled a tune as he walked out of the bathroom.
"So, you gonna go out tonight?" Sam asked as he looked up from his bag of stolen items. Toby nodded his head as he sat down on the couch next to the younger boy who had quickly returned to his precious bag.
"There's a chick in the next town over who's bragging to her friends about how much she knows about me and how she would, and I quote, "Totally not die if Toby tried to kill me. I know his killing style too well."," Toby said as he grimaced at the memory of the girl's words. Sam shook his head as he tsked.
"Fangirls; they're becoming more like stalkers every year."
Toby shrugged his shoulders and turned the TV on, flipping to the news channel.
"Ooh, turn it up! There talking about us!" Sam giddily exclaimed as he tied his bag shut and pushed it to the side. Toby did exactly that and the two boys listened in to what the reporter was saying.
"Early this morning, a family  was murdered and a house was robbed. I'm Liza Atkinson and I'm here with the story."
Sam began to grin as the woman on the screen continued with her report and Toby shifted in his seat.
"This morning, the  Harrison family was murdered in their home at 3:24 a.m. There was no sign of forced entry and the police believe that the door had accidentally been left unlocked that night. At the moment, that's all that the information that we have, so let's move on to the robbery that happened on the next street over. As a family of five were getting ready for their day this morning, they had no clue that someone had been hiding in their daughter's closet the entire time!"
Toby looked over at Sam and sighed. "Really? The closet? That was the best you could do?"
"Hey, don't judge me. I had limited time this morning."
"Whatever. So, what all did you get from there?" Toby asked and Sam pulled his bag back into his lap and opened it up to begin pulling things out. When something flopped out of the bag, Toby let out a loud scream and jumped up from the couch.
"Why was there a dildo in your bag!?" he shouted and when Sam noticed what Toby was screaming about, he too jumped from the couch, holding his bag protectively to chest.
"I-I don't know! It must've gotten mixed in with the shit I got from the lady's dresser draw!" Sam shouted and Toby grabbed the toy by its base and chucked it out the open window.
"Fucking hell, dude! Don't you ever bring shit like that to my house again," Toby hissed and Sam snickered.
"Whatever you say, chief. Oh, by the way, on my way here, I saw a guy coming this way."
Toby looked back over at Sam and he cocked an eyebrow, asking, "What guy?"
"Ehh, pretty tall guy, couldn't see his face though, he was wearing a mask," Sam said and Toby grabbed the boy's shoulders.
"What did the mask look like?"
"It was white with black eyes and really had a feminine look to it."
Toby quickly ran over to the door and pulled his hoodie off of the coat rack, all the while ignoring Sam's whining about not knowing what was going on.
"Listen," Toby said as he slipped his hoodie on, "watch the house and don't let anybody in, ya hear me? Nobody."
Sam gave Toby a mock salute and Toby chuckled before walking out of the house and running into the forest.