After a failed mission Toby had ended up being caught by local police and had to face trial, thanks to his many conditions he managed to only get sent to a mental hospital. He hated it there, he would scratch at the wall, and do anything to scare the nurses. He wanted out. He knew if he didn’t get out on his own Slenderman would not be too happy to be forced to come get him. You, on the other hand, were his therapist, weirdly around you, he always acted way calmer, you guessed you just had a pretty good vibe.

Sirens blasted along the halls of the mental hospital your door barged open, Toby standing on the other side with a wide smirk. “I’m g-getting out o-of here, come-e with m-me?” he asked you holding out his hand, a wild smile on his lips