Timothy was back on the street corners, smoking.
Though instead of observing people, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts.
Thoughts of Toby.
What happened to him?
Where did he go?
Who was The Slenderman?
After more research he had finally found something online about this Slenderman character.
Toby wasn't the only one.
It all started with Jeffrey Woods, a patient from the 1900s that had seen the first signs of the figure, a convicted murderer. Then a suicidal boy named Ben, then a cannibal named Eyeless Jack, then an 6 year old rape victim named Sally.
They called it the Slender Sickness, like it was a horrible disease, most of them drew pictures similar, if not exactly, like Toby's art.
He compared them all side by side and was extremely crept out about the results.
But for 25 years, no other patient came down with the Slender Sickness, so it died down, became more of a myth, but then Toby happened.
He had gotten more inside information on Toby, turns out he used to be a semi normal kid, with some mental and body disorders, he couldn't feel pain, and had an abnormally amount of body tics, which explained all the twitching.
His father and mother divorced when he was little and then his big sister died in a car crash they were both involved in.
After so his mother and him went to live back with his father whom was apparently not fond of Toby. After a few weeks of abuse Toby snapped and killed his father with two axes.
Then using gas and a lighter lit his whole entire street ablaze. Disappearing in the woods for weeks, until he was found and enrolled in the Asylum.
For Tim, it was a lot to digest. He had never felt so invested in something before in his life. And he wanted to dig further.
In a sick sort of way, he rather missed the twitching boy's company.
He finished his cigarette and cleared his mind. Tim flicked the bud into the grass and stomping on it before entering a small local café, sitting down at a booth.
His head was almost on shut down mode and he couldn't risk pumping anymore drugs in his system, coffee was his alternative.
He leaned on the window, his eyes closed, just listening.
A baby crying.
The mother fussing over the baby.
Two men arguing about politics.
An old couple helping eachother get around.
A TV with low volume buzzing.
Simple everyday things.
Sometimes it was hard for Tim to process.
His mind took every little thing in, paid attention to every little detail.
It was so overwhelming at times.
So he took pills to blur it all out.
"What can I get you sweetie?"
Tim's head snapped in the direction of the voice, just the waitress.
"A cup of black coffee.. Please."
"Sure thing."
He closed his eyes again and pictured the blood matted brown hair, deep hazel eyes you could swim in..
His eyes snapped open, why was the crazy ticcing boy haunting his thoughts?
He didn't understand these emotions, or what they could mean.
Sometimes he wanted to forget, other times he felt as if he couldn't, no matter what happened, he couldn't.
And it gave him a migraine.
"Here ya go hun."
The waitress was back, she set the coffee down and walked off.
The men that had been arguing about politics had stopped and had taken to ignoring eachother, one turning up the T.V.
"Two weeks ago, a break out occurred at Rivercreek Asylum, after 2 employees sexually harassed a patient, the door was left unlocked allowing 18 year old Toby Rodgers to escape. 5 were killed and 4 injured for those who tried to stop him. Police are still unsure how the victims were murdered considering Toby was under constraints, further investigations will be made. Please report to the authorities if you find any signs of Toby Rodgers..."
Tim blinked at the sudden new news, he hadn't really been looking at Toby's present time, more of his past.
Police were looking for him.
Sexually harassed?
Murdering with constraints?
Tim had more information he needed to research.
