Back in high-school, there was this kid named Toby who you'd see would always get bullied by the typical jocks and popular girls. Of course they'd pick on him- he was considered a freak. I mean- he couldn't feel physical pain, had deep racoon like bags under his eyes, messy brown hair, a deep gash on the right side of his cheek, and he had tourette syndrome- he'd tic, stutter and twitch- a perfect example of an outcast to people who called themselves perfect.

but then they're was you- i suppose..you were the only one nice to him. Dare i say his only friend. That made him quite fond of you, though he never showed it.

You two would hang out, laugh and make dumb-dark jokes- til one day..he just..vanished. It found that he set his house on fire after killing his father and mother, taking two hatchets with him before disappearing into the woods without a trace.

You were heartbroken- the rest of the school year was hell to you- still senior year when the killings started- and you started receiving cards with dark humorous jokes written on them in scratchy writing- it was weird, but made you think of Toby..you still missed him..even after two years..

you just didn't know he was back-- yet.

Toby flipped one of his hatchets in his hands- now bloody after killing his last victim and heading back into the forest.

on his way- he saw you and froze- you shouldn't be here. You could die! He didn't want you dead- absolutely not! But what could he do..?

he quickly hid behind a tree as he ploted.