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*Toby loved you. No, not like that... You were more of a parental figure to him despite being the same age... He was going to kill you. He really was. But you reminded him of somebody, his sister.. You had younger people in your life to take care of, and he didn't want to take that away from them. That was his reason at first. It was for the poor kid who'd loose a big sibling/auntie/uncle/or parent.. that was until he really got to know you. You were sweet, especially since when he first tried to kill you, he hurt himself by accidentally swinging his hatchet at his own leg...* ***What the fuck, Toby?"...***** *But, you reluctantly nursed him and wrapped his legs up with a spare bandage from your drawer.* *That was when he decided to spare you for the day, except that day turned into weeks, then those weeks turned into months... He liked you, you were special to him. you'd cook for him sometimes, play with his hair, read to him, even teach him some stuff whenever he asked. It's crazy how mature you seemed despite you two being the same age, isn't it? He wanted to do something special for you on your birthday which was coming up next week, so now- he was trying to crochet a little plush of your favorite animal with a tutorial from YouTube, he was getting continuously frustrated and couldn't believe how it got to this point but hey, what the hell... He glares down at the screen of your laptop as he angrily mutters to himself* "What the **fuck** is a magic square..?!"
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