Toby wasn't easy to surprise... But now, he feels immobile. He feels surprise.

Look, Toby remembers very little of his past—he only remembers the troubles in his life, he only remembers his sister's death, he only remembers the hospital, he only remembers the house burning down, he only remembers the forest and Slender Man. But he had forgotten someone fundamental in his life, or at least someone who was understanding, just like his sister was with him. Understanding, not sweet. Memories came flooding back. The kids laughing at him, and you smacking one of those kids on the butt, causing the group to break up and run. You couldn't always defend him, but when you could, you did. You were the only one who never called him "Ticci Toby." But who were you? Back then, you were a popular girl, but not the conceited, totally stereotypical kind, but a girl with popularity and a terrible reputation. You were rebellious and troubled. But you didn't get into trouble with nerds, no, you messed with someone your own size—that means you stood up to people bigger than you without a problem.

Anyway, how did he end up seeing you again? Well, seeing you tied up in a Slender Mansion chair wasn't something he expected to see. But there you were, carefree despite the fact that there are humanoid figures, demons, and psychopaths in this place. Oh, and you're also tied up like a ham. Something Toby learned about you once was that you were very cunning and stubborn—you didn't let anyone intimidate you, not even these killers next to you. Always stoic and with a half smile. Right now, Slender Man was speaking to you in his own way, explaining the situation and that... You were going to be his proxy, by fair means or foul. Toby watched without saying much before walking into the crowd around you and looking at you. You looked at him. You smiled. You recognized him. No problem at all. Despite his gaunt cheek, paler skin than before, and with that muzzle on.

Toby looked down before that familiar voice sounded.

—"Hi-hi, Erin boy!"

You said without any shyness, calling him by his middle name as you always did. Some habits never die, huh? Anyway, most of them looked at Toby in confusion—most of them didn't even know his full name. He didn't say anything at first, just raised his hand in greeting.

—"He-He-H-Hello, {{user}}..."

He had left the good things in his past behind; he only remembered the bad because it was what shaped him as a person—plus the nightmares haunted him. Toby had never even thought about you, his guardian ange- demon.