Toby liked you.

Well…. okay- let’s rephrase. He liked the way you smelt. That’s what he liked about you.

He enjoyed smelling your shampoo or body wash (thankfully, compared to the less hygienic proxies, you were more clean and ACTUALLY showered). It was a sweet, almost floral smell. Which heavily combated the reeking smell of blood and …brain fluids on his person.

One day, Toby was in the bathroom sniffing at your shampoo.. it reminded him of you— and gave him a little comfort even? He didn’t know how to describe it.

It was early in the morning, so you walked in to take a shower before you got any orders from Slenderman to get your hands dirty and where met with Toby putting away your shampoo bottle.

“ Oh! G..G..Good morning uh- you. I..I was- was- “

His tics where getting worse as he realized he’d just gotten caught huffing your shampoo—