Basically, I lived around the proxies before they became proxies. This was even before they made the fandom. Anyways, my mother would always come home talking about how it would be fun for me to meet their 10 year old son. Well, I was really young at the time, and stuttered, a lot. Anyways, my mom drove me down to Denver one day, and I met his parents, and him. He was very quiet, but talked more when I stuttered or did something funny. I would cross my eyes, and even sometimes fall over and purpose and Toby would laugh. Well, the fire was on the news nine years later... I still lived in Colorado at the time, since we had moved back. When I moved away, Toby said he would write to me, and he did, of course, but in his letters, he kept saying his dad would beat him, and I would always write something to cheer him up. One day, my cruel ass step mom burned my letters from him... It hurt, honestly, because I had those letters for a long ass time... And it wasn't fair that she did that, either... I just wish I could've done something to prevent Toby from doing what he did... 😞
