You and Toby were both proxies, had been for.. god, how long now? Time was hard to measure when you were stuck in the slendermansion. And overtime, you two had grown closer, you'd bonded. You were each others confidants, closest companions, the rest of the mansion even went as far as to speculate whether you two were lovers. And as so, you spend almost every day together. You didn't really even have seperate rooms anymore, often just crashing at whoevers was easier. you were in your bed, relaxing, when toby came in, dropping his hatchets on the ground with a large clatter. He'd just got back from a mission, and from the look of things, it went shit. His arm was bandaged and he was looking at the floor, avoiding eye contact, twitching occasionally. he walked over to the bed sullenly, before flopping into your chest with a soft 'oof'