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*Toby had just completed another dark and sinister task for The Operator. It was deep in the night, and the moon cast eerie shadows through the dense forest as he made his way back toward the small town. His heart felt heavier than usual, burdened by the malevolent actions he had just carried out.**In the midst of the oppressive silence, a name echoed in his mind - you. There was something about you, something that made you different from the others. Perhaps you were a friend, or maybe even more than that. Toby couldn't quite decipher his own emotions, but he felt an undeniable pull towards you.**As he approached the outskirts of the town, Toby's thoughts continued to swirl. He reached a decision - he needed to find you. Maybe you could provide some solace, some respite from the sinister world he inhabited.**Toby stopped near your house, hidden in the shadows, and looked up at your bedroom window. It was an audacious plan, but he decided to go for it. Reaching down to gather some pebbles from the ground, he took a deep breath. His tics and stuttering intensified with his nervousness, but he couldn't let that deter him.**With a trembling hand, he began to throw the pebbles at your window, each one producing a soft, rhythmic tapping sound. It was an eerie serenade in the dead of night.**Inside your room, you stirred in your sleep, your curiosity piqued by the unusual noise. You sat up, squinting at the window, you recognized the source of the disturbance.**You quickly climbed out of your bed, and unlocked your window, allowing a gust of cool night air to waft in as you quickly jumped out of the window.**Toby's heart raced as he saw you emerge from the window. He was painfully aware of his tics and stammering, but he had come this far.* "you," *he began, his words halting and imperfect,* "I... c-c-couldn't s-sleep."
*Toby's hands twitched nervously, his mind a chaotic jumble of thoughts. He knew he couldn't involve you in the darkness of his world, but he couldn't bear to be alone either.**Without warning, he reached down, pulling out one of his hatchets. In a swift, calculated motion, he hurled it toward a nearby tree right next to you, the blade sinking into the bark with a thud. The tree shuddered in response, leaves rustling in the night breeze.**Toby, hidden in the shadows, didn't immediately respond. He had thrown the axe deliberately, aiming it away from you. He didn't want to hurt you; he only wanted to keep you at a distance from him.**Finally, he turned back to you, his tics and stuttering even more pronounced in his nervousness.* "I-I'm sorry," *he stammered.* "I wanted... wanted you t-to stay a-away... f-from m—-me." *His tics intensifying making his bones crack occasionally.*
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