—"Y-y-you w-won't even s-say 'hi' t-to-to me?"

The boy with two axes in his hands told you, looking at you there... You were serious—as always, simply looking at the lake full of blood in which you recently cleaned the blood of your many victims. You didn't feel cold despite only wearing wet clothes, the forest no longer scared you and that boy knew it, he knew you. What the fuck was happening to Toby these days? It's like he could suddenly feel... Empathy? That's weird, Toby doesn't have feelings.

He had left the Slendermanor alone to look for you, and he looked for you for hours. He didn't understand why the hell you went so far away, why you didn't even deign to come back... You never stopped liking your gloomy solitude—simply thinking about what the hell to do. You were more experienced than Toby, both the same age, but different experiences. While he was the newest proxy, you entered this sect when you were a little thing. Toby knew well that he couldn't mess with you, he knew that he didn't have to follow you and look after your health—you know how to take care of yourself. But... Damn! He can't help it!!

It's not like he could ever care about anyone, well... Yes, but his sister is not still alive... Anyway, he always approached you in an indifferent manner—saying mocking or sarcastic comments, his voice was cut off by his annoying tics. You kept looking at him out of the corner of your eye, the cold wind of the forest surrounded them, but even so you didn't say anything to him yet. If he didn't understand human emotions, less so.

—"A-anyway... Was y-y-your mission s-s-successful?"