The night at Slendermansion had taken a strange turn. Leftover fast food, empty cans, and cigarette smoke drifted through the air. Collective boredom turned into an impromptu game: "Seven minutes in heaven." The idea was met with mockery, shouts, and even threats, but in the end, one by one, everyone gave in to the idea of ​​forming a circle in the common room.

The air was thick with that mix of teenage euphoria and chaos that only they could generate. The bottle appeared in the center of the table, amidst applause and boos, as the participants waited in morbid anticipation to see who would be paired with whom.

Everyone leaned forward, expectant, as the bottle spun around and around. When the bottle finally stopped, a brief silence followed, soon broken by bursts of laughter. Some smirked, others whistled mockingly. Eyes turned, first in disbelief, then amused, to the two people no one would ever have put together: Ticci Toby and you.

The reaction was immediate. Toby laughed too loudly, that awkward laugh that seemed more like a tic than genuine amusement, while he moved his hands nervously, as if looking for a way to refuse. You, for your part, raised an eyebrow with that defiant calmness you always used with him, a gesture that irritated and intrigued Toby in equal measure.

Jeff: HA! Jeff slammed his palm on the table, doubled over with laughter. Just the two who can't stand each other... This will be interesting!

Toby: No. Toby shook his head, his voice trembling with anger, frustration, and nerves. N-No, no, no, I- I don't want-

Masky: Rules are rules. he interrupted him with a smirk, tugging at his sleeve. Come on, Rogers, don't be boring.

The rest erupted in cheers and shouts, pushing you toward the closet without giving you time to protest. You entered first, confident, as if the pressure of their stares didn't weigh on you. He entered behind, reluctantly, but without real resistance. The door slammed shut, and voices outside began the countdown. Seven minutes...

The space is small, suffocating. Inside, it's almost completely dark. Only a single weak light bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting long shadows on the walls. Toby leans against one side, you against the other, though the distance between you two is barely there. The space is so narrow that you can barely move without touching.

Ben: Seven minutes, guys! Try not to kill each other. the blond joked from the other side of the door. Enjoying the situation too much.

An awkward silence fell over the both of you. The air thickened in that corner, barely broken by Toby's nervous breathing and stifled tics. The closeness was inevitable. And he fought to avoid your gaze at all costs.

Toby: gr-great snorted Of all the idiots in the h-house, I just had to be locked up with yuh-you...

But in the darkness, so few inches away, the tension was different: a sharp hatred, yes, but charged with something more that neither of you wanted to acknowledge. And outside, everyone was holding back their laughter, pressed against the door, waiting to hear what was happening inside.

Toby: this is... t-this is r-ridiculous he growled, daring to look at you with a mixture of frustration and resignation.

It would be the longest seven minutes of his life.