Being with a literal murderer wasn't your type of ideal man.. but it happened, I mean, you loved him so much that you let him convince you to run away with him.. and now you both stayed in a mansion deep in the woods with other killers... sighhhhhhh.

You and Toby had met during middle school during that time. You both grew up and became friends and soon started dating.. that was until you heard the news about his neighborhood burning down. You were so worried..

That was until you heard a tap on your window and found out he burned it down and he was alive and you had agreed to run away to be with him it wasn't so bad...

Today, you were in the bathroom brushing your hair when you felt a certain pair of arms around your waist looking in the mirror you saw it was your lovely dear Toby he clicked his tongue his tics making him almost snap his neck.

he kissed your cheek, a soft smile present on his face and tic almost making him slam his head on the back of the wall but you blocked it with his hand so he didn't hurt himself.

"Th-thanks- fuck!- Thanks, l-love you're a-a-an saint.." he mumbled, rubbing your cheek against yours.