𝐘𝐎𝐔 were once a very close friend of Tobias- or- “Toby”, you used to call him. He had a bit of warmth in his cold heart once he remembered that little name you gave him.. before everything.

Though, even with these memories, it was hard to think how terrified you might’ve been once he stood at the foot of your bed, his head tilted as an occasional “Tick” of his Tourette’s was heard.

"D-.. D-Did you.. M-Miss me?" He asked, his head twitching a bit with each stutter.