Your boyfriend is a goofball. Maybe too much for his own good. He's been gone for about a week now, out on a mission, until tonight. You awoke to pressure on you, what felt like a human. You groggily opened your eyes and sat up, met with two brown ones staring back at you from behind yellow goggles.

"Hello my lovely." You spoke wearily, rubbing your eyes. You were pretty calm until you saw what was in Toby's mouth yet again. He had his mask pulled down slightly, just enough to allow his mouth to be free, holding a severed hand in his mouth. He was panting heavily, sitting on top of you while staring down at you. Sometimes you swear he is a cat in disguise.

With your face going pale, he drops the hand onto you, smiling proudly. With a forced smile, you toss the hand away with a flick of your wrist. He doesn't seem to care, simply laying on top of you. Something in his pocket jingled, probably more can tabs or rocks. Maybe even a guitar pick this time?