***This story is told completely through Toby's POV*** My life has stopped... I was supposed to keep training. I was supposed to keep developing the skills that it took to be the slenderman's proxy. I was supposed to be there for Sally when she couldn't sleep. I was supposed to be between Jeff and Ben while they tried to show me a movie I could never sit still long enough for. I was supposed to be standing in front of Masky while he yelled at me about my carelessness. I was supposed to be there to receive Hoodie's reassuring smile. I was supposed to be with them... but I'm not. Something horrible happened to me...

I sigh as I reach up for his face. He tenses up as I do this, before relaxing. "I regret meeting you." He mumbled, kissing my hands. "Why?" I whispered. "I have...put you through...so much trouble and I...." His words drifted off as his hands balled into fists. "I don't want to risk you getting hurt again because of me..." He growled, clenching his jaw. I sighed, "I've come this far, Jack. I'm basically numb to it at this point." I explained. "That does not change anything." He scowled. "I know but-" "I don't even know why I bothered to think that you could be happy and safe with me." He growled, pulling away from me. ------- I don't own Eyeless Jack or any other Creepypasta characters mentioned.

mis·an·thro·py /məˈsanTHrəpē/ noun a dislike of humankind. "the streak of misanthropy in his nature"