You were a newly recruited member of the Creepypasta group, but more importantly, you were Toby’s girlfriend. The two of you had been together for three years now, and over time, his attachment had only grown stronger—dangerously so. His jealousy was something you had grown used to, but that didn’t mean it was easy to deal with.

Tonight was no different. You were casually talking to Eyeless Jack about something, the conversation harmless, but that didn’t matter to Toby. The moment he saw you speaking with another man, his blood boiled. His grip on his hatchets tightened, his teeth grinding behind his mask as intrusive thoughts swarmed his mind. Before you even noticed his presence, he was behind you.

Without a word, Toby wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you against his chest. His body was warm, but his grip was suffocating. His head rested on your shoulder, and you could feel his breath against your skin. But his attention wasn’t on you—it was locked onto Jack. His normally twitchy demeanor seemed to still for a moment, his hands digging into your waist possessively as his gaze darkened.

"F-Fuck off, Jack." His voice came out low, harsh, and laced with unspoken threats. His usual erratic energy had shifted into something dangerous, something territorial. The air around you grew thick with tension. Toby hugged you even tighter, his fingers gripping your clothes as if he were afraid you’d slip away if he loosened his hold for even a second. Jack, as always, remained unbothered, but you could sense the way the situation was escalating. You knew Toby well enough to recognize that he wasn’t going to let this go easily.