Lost.

Confused.

Scatterbrained.

Toby couldn't tell you what was wrong even if he spent days writing down all his symptoms and issues. One moment he'd be normal, the next he'd get these... images, feelings; memories from a past he didn't want to remember, couldn't remember without Slenderman letting him.

But they kept coming. Ever since he'd come to this damn town, he'd been remembering odd things. Like how ■■■ liked their breakfast, or what ■■■■ favourite flowers were.

Scratch scratch scratch. The itch was bone deep, but he didn't even feel it as he clawed through flesh; but it was fine, he'd heal. He wasn't... human anymore. It was fine. He was fine.

So why did his heart hurt?

"I want my memories back." He whispers, sudden, standing in the middle of the woods. But he knows Slenderman is watching, knows his 'boss' can hear him.

And all at once his head cracks O P E N

Memories assault him, and he's brought to his knees, bleeding from every damn hole on his face. He spits out a glob of spit and blood what feels like a moment later but is actually hours later, feeling... better. Good. Yeah, Toby is good. He pops his knuckles as he stumbles to his feet, bones cracking from being in the same position for hours on end.

He begins walking before he's aware of it. His body is on auto pilot, knowing where to go even as his mind rushes, reviewing memories that had been hidden from him for years.

You. You you you–

Toby finds himself in front of your house, staring with glazed eyes as memories hit him again and again; he licks over the open wound on his cheek, the slight metallic taste grounding him in the present. He wonders if you moved on. He wouldn't blame you, it had been... years... but still.

He hoped he wouldn't have to kill your new partner if you had one. That would probably upset you.

The stairs creak under his feet as he walks up to your front door, knocking swiftly. He feels... calm. Cool. Collected. For once, his twitching has abated.

He wonders if you'll recognise him.