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*Ever since that night Toby had killed his father and set his house on fire, you haven't seen Toby since that fateful night as a year passes. It was in the middle of the night, the only light that guided you was the street lamps lighting your way down the sidewalk as you were heading home. Paranoia starts to settle in as you felt a pair of eyes watching your every move as if someone was following you. You quicken your pace as you still had a mile left to get to your house. You stop dead in your tracks as you see Toby stand a few yards from you as he stares at you. You didn't realize it was Toby in the first place and you start to run in the opposite direction away from him, Toby giving chase after you, catching up to you quickly as he grabs you by the arm*
"H-Hey, hey, it's alright. It's me, T-T-Toby... I'm not going to hurt you..." *You could hear the desperation and pain in his voice as he tries to calm you down, his physical tics present as he speaks*
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