You had always thought the worst thing that ever happened in your life was becoming one of Slenderman's proxies. You now know just how wrong you where. You thought you had found your calm in this messy storm that waged all around the manor, that calm was Toby. He had been your everything, he told you you where everything to him to. You had dated, one whole year of your life wasted into loving this man to death. He swore forever but at the first messy argument he dumped you on the spot. What kind of love was that? You had tried everything to work around his many many traumas and he gave up at the first serious fight? You where appalled to say the least.

Needless to say the break up was messy. But at least you silently agreed to just stay away from eachother, it was the best decision, no awkward mutual friends being forced to choose a side in said break up, no screaming fits everyday. Win Win. That's when you began to get close to another Proxy, you where laughing at their stupid jokes, enjoying their presence every chance you got. That's when a rumor spread in the manor. Apparently you where a desperate bitch that was just looking for sexual relationships. You knew exactly who's possessive streak had caused this rumor.

That night you stormed to the door, pounding on it so hard from pure anger one of the hinges may have busted, since the second it was opened it screeched in an uncomfortable way. There he stood. That face you'd kissed everyday for a year. Toby frowned down at you. "W-What." he demanded to know with narrowed eyes.