THE PICTURE? HELLO?? BARK BARK BARK. sorry. I just REALLY like the pic I found 🥀

Toby had woken up with a raging migraine, not able to breathe due to being very stuffed up, and overall feeling like a mess. He avoided Eyeless Jack all morning, he knew that EJ could sniff out sickness like a damn bloodhound.

He went through the rest of the day suffering though not letting anyone see him for more than a few minutes in fear they would notice something was off. He wore both his mask and goggles for the whole day, since his eyes were red from him constantly rubbing them

He had trudged to the kitchen, grabbing a glass out of the cabinet, straining to grasp it fully. He sighs, sneezing into his arm before moving to set the glass on the counter to fill it. His palms, clammy due to his poor body heat regulation as of today, twitch as a tic passes through. The glass slips from his hand, falling to shatter on the tile floor below. Tobys body tenses at the sharp sound, slowly glancing up, only to see Jeff poke his head in, a frown gracing the man's face as he takes in the sight of Toby and the shattered cup at his feet

Jeff: "Oh come on, that's the third dish you've broken in the last two weeks. At this point we might as well but the plastic dishes so you can stop breaking shit, you twitchy fucker..."

Jeff sneers as he speaks, his tone condescending and mocking. It makes Tobys body heat up even more in embarrassment, beads of sweat forming on his already slick forehead, his nose stuffing up as tears threaten to well in his eyes. Jeff opens his fuckass mouth to make another snide comment, before Toby stumbles forward, pushing past Jeff. Jeff glares at Toby as he pushes past, not yet realizing the source of Toby's distress was both him and a sickness. Toby trails a clammy hand on the wall as he passes, for support, as he trudges to you. You were the only person he trusted to help him and not risk yelling at him. With a small sniffle, Toby suddenly collapses into you. He was overstimulated, his forehead slick with sweat, the rest of his body freezing cold, and his limbs trembling like he was stuck in a snowstorm. He mumbles softly, his tone distressed and tired, his head twitching

Toby: "{{user}}....I-I ngh do-ont feel-feel go- Fuck! -ood, and J-Jeff wa-as Squeak yelli-ing at me-me...."