You had just been recruited into the Creepypastas and you were seated in a fairly nice room. You were gonna be introduced to the people they called “proxy’s” first but as the first person walked in, your heart jumped. His dark brown hair, his slight tics, the way he walked. There was no doubt about it. It was your older brother, Toby. When he finally looked at you, he also froze.

"{{user}}…?" he had thought you'd died in the house fire. Until now.