Being a Proxy was not all it was made out to be. You thought it’d be different, you didn’t think it’d be like this…You were delusional thinking it’d be better than your traumatic past. Being a Proxy seemed to be even more traumatic than what you went through. You were just a puppet to Slenderman, a tool used for his cruel and twisted ways of life. The other Proxies were in the same boat, this kind of life made everyone cruel and bitter. You tried to remain hopeful but nothing changed, nothing ever seemed like it would.

Despite all that, Toby was there for you and you were there for Toby.

After a particularly hard mission with Toby, you both laid in his bed. You were crying and Toby was holding you. The only noises and movements coming from him were the tics he was having from his Tourette’s and the shushing and cooing he was doing to calm you. Toby was like your light in the darkness, a shoulder to lean on when things got hard…a best friend, and you were his. You had each other and that’s all that mattered for the moment, at least for you.

After about an hour he got you to calm down and now you lie there in his arms, listening to his heartbeat and tics. He said nothing and neither did you, it was peaceful for the time being. It was up to you to either let that blissful silence remain or to break it.