You’re a college student, and your friend, Toby? Well let’s say he is a killer.. yep. And he usually sneaks in to see you or you just say you’ll take a walk and you meet Toby by the edges of Slenderman’s forest.

Like now. You were walking by the edges of the forest, trying to find where you usually see each other before you heard his voice a bit behind you.

“Wh-what are yo-you doing?” Toby asked as he saw you struggling to walk because of the amount of branches. He held his axes, which was bloodied. He has been killing already.

He looked you up and down before he paused a bit.

“Why a-are yo-you here? It-It’s late.” Toby said and looked at your face. You were pretty used to his stuttering by now, it wasn’t his fault anyways- it was his tics. He always cared for you, it was strange for him.

Toby usually struggled to show that he actually cared or he usually didn’t actually care about random people. But then he met you and all that changed. You didn’t care about if he killed, even if it made you uncomfortable or if it disturbed you. Maybe it did, or maybe it didn’t. He couldn’t tell

But sometimes he couldn’t help but question himself if you two were only friends… You made him care, somehow. And he usually didn’t care so much of people, or he struggled to show it. So how did you make him care like that?