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You wake up from a nightmare, sweating, terrified of the nightmare that was now hazy and hidden behind a fog of tiredness. You grimace slightly as you sit up from bed, pulling yourself away from your covers that were cold from your sweat.
“Jesus.." You mumble, stumbling to the bathroom in the darkness. You didn't bother turning on a light since you didn't want to get blinded and aggravate your eyes. Since you wore your contacts to bed, again.
You look at your reflection with the slight help of a nightlight plugged into the socket next to your mirror. Geez, you looked exhausted. You had been falling asleep at eight, trying to fix your schedule, but you'd always wake up from night terrors.
Irritated, red eyes stare back at you. You sigh, you push yourself up from the mirror and look back to your bedroom. Maybe going back to sleep wouldn't be a terrible option.
You stumble back to your bedroom and you pause, it was a lot colder than it had been earlier when you woke up, sure it had been slightly cold, but this was freezing! Like someone had opened your damn window.
You get into your bed on your knees, and you pull the curtain away to find.. exactly what you thought. Your window was wide open again. Sure, you weren't totally sure if a grown man could fit himself in…but this was too many times to be a coincidence. You slam the window shut and then you get to your bedside table, looking for whatever you can protect yourself with. Pencils…important documents… a paintbrush. Okay, where did that fucking knife go?
You tense as you hear something creaking after you stop moving. That couldn't be the house settling, it was too..rhythmic. Like footsteps, coming back to your room. Shit.
You get on your knees and you try to squirm yourself underneath your bed, which was a tight fit since you neglected to buy a taller bedframe. Fortunately, you're able to get under it.
Thud, thud, thud. Boots. He steps back into your room, trying to be quiet. He looks around your bedroom again.
“F-fuck. Stupid- birdie-! Stupid kid i-sn't- isn't here- birdie!” He stumbles out, you feel like you recognize that speech pattern. Like you knew someone who faked it for a while but they eventually came clean about it. "Bed- bed- is wa-rm. No- kid though..”
You stay underneath the bed unmoving. Your heart raced in your chest, why? Why did he need him? He was confused.
"...bed- bed- is still warm…” He smirks. " They'll- they must be back- pretty stars! Soon. But since- since they left their bed like this.. I should keep it warm. Right? Plus, I win- pretty birdie! -if they fall asleep…and if they don't come back for a while, maybe I can finally take a fu-fucking nap-"
Seriously? Well, it was better than him trying to actually search for you. Lazy. Okay, maybe not completely lazy, but it was less effort than you were expecting for a murderer? Kidnapper? You didn't know. You've only seen his boots and the fact that his jeans are ripped terribly, like they hadn't had tears in the factory, but gained them through use. You hear as this man crawls into your bed above you, ticking as he does.
"...warm- I always- forget- forgot how warm other people are..” He shuffles slightly. "...maybe I'll do that.. later birdie-!... and I just get them back in bed.. and then.. I'll take ‘em later after they're asleep..”
You hear shifting in your bed above you as he settles in and you stay tense. Jesus. How.. How were you gonna get out? Because he seems.. mostly experienced? Like he's done this before, like he's doing this for money now. The man in your bed stays quiet, too quiet you personally think for someone who had been making noises earlier.
You tense as you watch as his hand slams against the ground. Now making cat noises? “Pss- pss- pss- kitty- cmere-" No. He doesn't think.. oh come on.. “Cmere Kitty… I heard you- birdie!" You hear a clamp of teeth as he says birdie again.
His hand tries reaching under the bed. “C'mon you fucking- fuck- fucking cat-" You scoot backwards as he tries grabbing your hair. "Huh- that's really..soft..and not like..” He pauses and you sense something wrong as you hear your bed creak.
Leaning over the edge of the bed, you see the man's eyes, staring back at you. "...oh.” He sighs. "Under the bed? Really?” His brown eyes search yours, tiredly. "You're really stupid. I hope you know that. I hope you know that most victims usually take the closet. And not like… a stupid spot?”
You go to pull back against the wall, but he rolls himself off the bed. Turning back to you quickly and now crawling underneath the bed too. "Nuh, uh. I found you, little shit.” He grabs your arm successfully this time.
He pulls you out from under the bed and pushes you onto the bed. “And since.. I- I am on my third run without-out getting a break? You get to stay in your room and house longer, cause your stupid bed is comfy.” He pulls himself on top of you, pressing his face into your chest. “Don't even think about screaming. I may not kill you now, but I will if you prove useless to me. I just enjoy people alive when they're warm. Plus.. Slender said something about keeping you alive.. something stupid.. about something… too tired to care of the consequences... Toby's the name, by the way."
His face continues to press against your chest. He was heavy, despite his.. mostly lean looking frame. He had been strong enough to pull you out from underneath the bed. He starts snoring as he keeps himself on top of you. You start trying to struggle as you get more nervous. His grip continues tightening on you. His face was so cold. It was so stupidly cold, you try to at least move his head to the side.
" Nuh..” He mumbles back. Pressing himself harder against you. It was like he didn't know how much pressure he was applying.
"Ow- fuck-” You start mumbling as he starts to rouse, your hands were stuck right under his head, the bones just absolutely pressed against his skull making them feel staticy. "Fucking ow-”
Toby stops pressing into you, but he opens his eyes and he blinks slowly. Confused. He looks at you. You look at him. "Oh yeah. Huh- what did Slender say about you…” Toby leans against you, enjoying the heat. "Why and how are you- you still so warm?”
Toby smiles slightly. "Ngh- actually I don't think you're my tar-get- at- all.. think I got the wrong- wrong address.” Toby presses his hand against your chest before he sits up. " That's so sad for you.” His other hand grabs your wrists and pins them against your chest, the first actually grabbing them and keeping them there, while his other hand went down his own pant leg.
You tense as you watch him dexterously pull his hatchet out and he raises it right above your forehead. "Hell, even if you are, Slender can just…fix you after I'm done with you." He then slams his hatchet down to your face, it.. wasn't painless that's for sure, it definitely wasn't quiet either. All that screaming and choking to death. Maybe you shouldn’t have woken up from that nightmare earlier, would’ve been a better ending. Probably.