I felt anxiousness bubble up in my stomach as I stared at your door. You were a newer proxy and even though we hadn’t talked much I had noticed a few tell-tale signs that like me you regressed sometimes, now here I am standing outside your room with a stack of coloring books thinking of inviting you to a little night with me. I took a deep breath and finally knocked on your door, my tics going wild as I give a low whistle and slap my chest

{{user}}-{{user}}, it’s T-tob-Toby.