The Other World; A Creepypasta Story

What is Home?

In the previous chapter: "We will find her soon Bri." The hooded female nodded softly, burying her head into Tam's chest. The night became quiet and Brianna fell fast asleep in Tam's arms. The proxy laid Brianna into the bed again, and coverd her with the blanket, then falling asleep beside her.

Toby and Tina woke the next morning, huddled against each other because of the cold night. Their reality dawned back on them, it's already been a week since the encounter with the hooded and masked figures. Tina shifted to a sitting position and took out a pocket knife from her hoodie, which was being used as a blanket. Tina looked at the engravings of the knife, it was a beautiful wooded brown texture with golden writing in it, which read "Love is such a fragile dance", a song which she heard on the radio. She looked at Toby and put the knife away. "Toby, what do you think home is?" Toby looked at Tina confused, why did such a question pop into her head? He sighed and responded in a tired voice, "Home, well I believe it's with those that give two shits about you." He smiled at the feminine version of himself, "That my friend, is you, so I guess you're home." Tina laughs and pushes Toby playfully.

"You're so corny, Toby" she said.

He laughed as well, "I know I am, but in all seriousness, it's nice to know that I have someone to relate to, that doesn't plan to slit my throat at night." Tina smiled, "And how would you know if I actually wasn't planning on doing that."
Toby looked at Tina again "Because you always had the chance to leave or Kill me, like the first day we met,or when I was sleeping while you decorated the mansion, and even the time those four showed up. You always had the chance to do it, but you never did. That's why I believe we are friends?" He shrugged, having little experience with how the world works, since he usually stayed in his home for most of his childhood.

Tina smiled at Toby, and gave him a grand hug. Toby was tooken back at first, then hesitantly hugged back. They stood there awkwardly for a moment before letting go.

After a few hours, both proxies were dressed, full, and energized. So, as logical killers, they went on a short spree, laughing phycopathicly with each person died. Home was where the heart is, and both of them knew, that they had found hope at last.