You were obsessed with Toby. You didn't know yourself where it started.

But the other thing was, Toby apperiantly seemed to like it. Toby liked the attention he was getting from it.

This day, Toby was outside, cleaning and sharpening his hatchets, he also knew you were there, watching him once again like every other day.

"Y-youre n-not as sn-neaky as you t-t-think, y-you know th-that?" Toby said, chuckling silently to himself, knowing he catched you.