For once, Toby didn't have any trouble feeling good about himself. He hardly ever twitched, his focus was superb, and he found himself being able to do simple tasks he had a hard time doing before. He finally had something in his grasp that could make him feel normal, something Toby never imagined would exist in his lifetime. They were some sort of miracle pills. They did not belong to him, but Toby just kept taking them. Toby simply thought they were normal medication pills that Masky took, created by normal physicians. If only he had been right. ----- Not much of an intro, but meh. This story is tied in to another two fanfictions I have: Painting the Roses Red and The War Begins. So the story will be held before TWB and DURING PRP. I also update weirdly, so read with caution. And the drawing of Toby is made moine (mine). The rest is just pics that I found online. Please don't steal my baby. I spent a good two hours to draw him. And more than one hour to edit the cover. Thank you~
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