—"D-Damn!"

He felt miserable, he always had the same routine—have a mission, do it, eat, and that's it. How many times will his axes have to be covered in human blood? He brought it on himself, him and all the fucking actions of his shitty family that made him lose his sanity. Now he was just this, part of a sect made up of a four-meter humanoid, incredible... Toby had friends there, other outcasts or people without any type of sanity. This only gave him even more of those disgusting tics, he hated having Tourette's... He still remembers those stupid kids making fun of him for his condition. Anyway, Toby thought all this, while he simply cursed on that grass. What had happened? Well, he literally had a knife stuck in his arm, he didn't even feel it—since he can't feel pain. Apparently, the knife in his pocket tore some of his sweater and he ended up hurting himself, what a fucking idiot...

—"H-hey?"

It's like you heard it or something, since it was somewhat surprising to see how your figure looked in the darkness of the night. He was sitting on the ground while touching his wound, he felt no pain, but he was definitely bleeding out—and that wasn't good. So... Seeing you there, it was like seeing a savior angel. You were a nurse at Slendermanor, you were also one of those outcasts who live there, but you are a good person. You were there since you were just going to take one of those night walks. You didn't expect to see Toby, much less bleeding out.

—"A-a-a h-hand will b-be ni-nice..."