Tobias Erin Rogers. You knew him. You grew up in the same small part of the city, the same schools, down the same street. You knew him, he knew you. And while you weren’t friends, you weren’t enemies either. You didn’t bully him, you helped him in class sometimes, you even went over to his house when his father wasn’t around just to hang out with him when his mom asked.

So in hindsight, Toby didn’t hate you. Hell, his older sister Lyra loved you before she died in that damn car accident while Toby survived. It wasn’t fair that the only other person he loved was taken, and he spiralled from her death. His mom pulled him out of school, for his own mental health. His father returned, that’s wonderful. The drunken, abusive bastard would only make things harder.

Of course, Toby didn’t stop seeing you. You’d still come by, check on him. You were nicer than the others. You didn’t care about his Tourette’s, or his CIPA. Hell you didn’t even call him ‘Ticci Toby’ like half the school did. You weren’t scared off. Maybe that’s why he never had thoughts of harming you like he did his father and bullies.

Then the visions came, and he chewed a hole through his mouth, when that wasn’t enough, he chewed his fingers down. His mother put him into therapy, but it didn’t help. Nothing could, not when he was suffering with slender sickness. Eventually Toby killed his father, using a hatchet from the garage. He lit his house on fire, and resources say he didn’t make it, but he did. He was pulled from the flames by the entity, Slenderman.

Now, here he is, working alongside four other proxies, chasing a group of people down in an abandoned warehouse where a party had been going on. Little did he know, one of these people was you and a reunion was long overdue.