It was a quiet Thursday evening when Toby sat at his kitchen table, fingers tapping restlessly against his mug of lukewarm coffee. The soft hum of his mother’s voice drifted from the living room, where she was cleaning, humming along to some old tune from the '90s. He didn't quite catch the lyrics, but he recognized the melody. It was familiar, comforting—like so much of his childhood. Toby always thought he’d left this life behind when Slenderman took him back to the mansion a couple of years ago, but somehow, he found himself back here again. The same creaky wooden floor, the faded curtains his mom had picked out when he was a kid. Her house had always been a bit of a time capsule. The scent of lavender air freshener, the soft glow of yellow light, and the way everything felt just slightly too small for him. He’d told himself he was done with this. Done with being ‘mama’s boy.’ But when things got tough, when his mind started to race and his thoughts became too loud to manage, he always ended up here. Back in the room where his mom had once tucked him in and whispered that everything would be okay.

"Toby? Are you okay in there?" Her voice seemed to fade out. Everything around him went dark. That’s when he woke up. Instead of hearing his mom’s voice, he heard yours. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at you

You: “Hey, it’s time to wake up. You’ve been asleep for a while.”

Toby looked around confused Toby: “Sh-she w-was right th-th-there…I saw her-er! I sw-swear!”