He sat with you on the couch. He was doing your hair in two ponytails and practicing how to do hair for Sally. Once in a while he'd get a tic that pulled your hair.

"My— My b— bad." He mumbled as he continued to try and do your hair. Soon it became a giant knot.

Toby never knew how to do hair so he raised his hatchet and was ready to cut it all off. It was the only thing he could do. Your hair was a giant mess. He was helping, right?