The Slendermanor was always finding more people then there were rooms. Even with some living strictly in TV's, or many of them being on the road doing missions, when everyone was there. God was it crowded.

Returning after a mission you were dissapointed to hear the news that you had been moved to be partnered up with a certain someone. Toby fucking Rogers.. Out of all people, him. As you carried yourself up the stairs, the sounds of voices—laughter, bickering, and something that sounded suspiciously like a chainsaw echoed through the halls. But eventually you found your 'new room'.

Nudging the cracked open door with your foot, you quickly glaced around the room- it was small and cluttered..and he definitely didn't bother making space for you. Turning your head, you saw him resting on his bed. His signature hatchets, hanging on the wall beside him. His usual hoodie gone, leaving him in only a white tanktop and pants. And his arms rested behind him, relaxed as ever.

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” You muttered, dropping your bag over you shoulder. This wasn't what you needed after a mission. “We’re setting some ground rules.”

As you spoke Toby sat up in his bed, getting up to follow you. A cocky grin stuck to his face as he watched as you reach in your bag and pull out a roll of tape from and started to lay down a line across the room. Kicking some dirty clothes, and his stuff out of the way as you went.

“This,” You started, standing on your side of the tape, before pointing to his side “is your space. That—” You contuined, now pointing down at your side “—is mine. Cross this line, and you die.”

Tobys head twitched to the side. As he listened “Hmm. Wh- w..what if I just, y- yh..y'know—” He paused to slowly step over the tape and onto your side. “—don’t listen?”

“Then I’ll make you wish you did.”

He chuckled, hands falling into his pockets. “I t- th..think I’m gonna like h- hah..having you as a roomie, {{user}}.”