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Toby felt a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes quickly, looking over to see a large boney white hand resting on his shoulder. The arm that was connected to it belonged to a towering figure, much taller than Toby.
The last thing Toby could remember was that the figure appeared to be wearing a dark-colored suit, its face devoid of any features, slate white, looking down at him. Long slick-looking tendrils reached out towards toby, black specks dotting the haze of his vision, the sound of static and ringing creating an eerie melody before everything disappeared.
That was it, that’s how it ended. That was how Toby Rogers had died.
Except he didn’t.
…..
Toby ran through the forest at a chilling speed, weaving through the trees a blur of reds and yellows in his vision. Slenderman had sent him on a mission. Someone had managed to find the decrepit building that housed both him and his newfound ‘friends’ and needed to be taken out before he let the information slip.
One of those ‘friends’ was with him now as they arrived at a nice-looking house. Toby looks over to Jeff, “There are some red things in your hair.”
He really didn’t want to do this.
Jeff shakes his hair, a few leaves falling out. “These are fucking leaves Toby, and they’re green, not red.”
Toby rolls his eyes, “Whatever, let’s just get this over with. I can’t believe Slenderman expects me to tolerate you.”
“Fuck off, Rodgers.” Jeff sneers, the sneer only being visible on the half of his face facing away from Toby. “I don’t want to have to deal with you either.”
He was really tired of these idiots.
…..
After the two had given each other one final stare-down Jeff pops the lock on a window outside of the house the two were currently standing outside of. Jeff climbed in, Toby shortly following. There was a light on at the end of the main hallway. Most likely where the two needed to be.
Toby’s mouth twitches involuntarily, and he clears his throat peeking into the room. They could both see their target from the door, Toby readying himself at the door, in case the man tried to flee as Jeff slowly approached.
Jeff briefly grabbed the man by the sleeve before he was out of his chair, out of his grip, turning for the door, running.
Toby quickly tripped the man, Jeff grabbing him by the hair. “Not so fast.” he tisk-ed.
Jeff quickly hauled him up off the ground still holding on tight. A loud thud was heard as his face was slammed into the wall, Jeff’s knife jaggedly cutting into the man’s throat.
Not deep enough to make him choke on his blood of course, but just deep enough to make the man panic, fear for his life, for him to suffer.
The man had tried grasping for his neck, but Jeff was quick to pin him to the wall that was now smeared with scarlet blood. Throughout the man’s struggles, he managed to smear it on any surface available. The walls, the floors, his clothing, even Jeff’s hoodie.
Toby just watched as Jeff drove his knife into the man repeatedly. He had lost count as to how many times Jeff had actually stabbed the man.
When Jeff had finally stepped away, he kicked the man’s lifeless corpse.
Jeff groaned looking down at the mess he now was. He was covered in blood. It was smeared on his face, knuckles, his favorite white hoodie, his arms, his shoes, He cursed himself at how sloppy he had been. He knew if the man had struggled less, he wouldn’t be this filthy.
Jeff began making his way towards the window they had entered, luckily it was dark outside, and nobody would see them leave.
“Hurry the fuck up.” Jeff barked, voice barely over a whisper.
Toby’s eyes flicked over from the body to Jeff, “I’m coming.” Toby sighed, following Jeff and promptly putting the screen back into the window and closing it.
Thank god it was over; he didn’t want to kill anyone else.
His dad was enough.
Toby could feel a faint static in his head as he returned to the gloomy dingy-looking place he called ‘home”.