___Chapter One___

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"A boy named Tobias Erin Rogers or most commonly known as Toby Rogers had hacked his father to death last night beating him senselessly then fleeing from the crime scene. The young man was then chased down by the police pouring gasoline inside the woods, burning it down with him inside. His body was never recovered. And is now believed to be dead..."

It's been years since this incident, since he had killed his very first unlucky victim. It felt like an eternity in hell being the way he was; not being able think straight, not being able to breath or scream. All he could hear was the echo of his victim's treacherous screams, their cry for help blocked out his own. It petrified him to hear them begging and pleading yet it was the only way to satisfy his tics. His body only thirst for the blood of the miserable.

"We have breaking news. Four missing students were found dead last night; the scent of their burning flesh led investigators to the crime scene where they discovered what was left of the children's bodies. Investigators found an old dull bladed hatchet near the bodies. Investigators had pulled the name of a possible suspect, though believed to be dead; Toby Rogers."

Toby Rogers was the name everyone knew but could never put a face to. It was a name people trembled for, some turned in disgust when they heard of his crimes. Some people wrote him off as a myth, a false rumor, a hoax. While others stayed cautious about the name alone. His victims were always petrified at the sight of him. His cold emotionless face bringing out the worst in them, forcing them to beg and plead for their simple lives. They would let out ear piercing screams each time he took a step forward, them being helpless prey. And they would scream even louder when he would let his dull hatchet carve into their skin, covering their old skin into a thick fresh coat of crimson blood. They were all frightened by him. They were all so spineless around him. And damn did he love those facts!

The fact that he no longer feared his enemies and their spiteful words. The fact that no one could stop him from his evil crimes. And the fact that he would never be able to have a normal seventeen year old life. Ever again...

But his feelings were dead towards humanity, hell, he despised it! He often forgot who he had once been before becoming a proxy for a faceless demon. But when he did remember his past he hated himself, his tics going out of control when he thought about the two women he once cherished most. The thought of his family made him wish he had never existed. But it didn't matter anymore. He was a proxy now, and a proxy shall never go back to their old lives, they were not monster nor human. And the only thing he had left was the "person" or "thing" he served. And he was lonely.

Feelings were always so strange to him. He could never understand how he could feel his inside emotions turn into chaos but could never be able to feel a blade cut his cold skin. And love?

What the hell was that?

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It had been seven years since Toby had became a proxy and only a day since he killed his recent victim. The killer walked down a road that led through the woods. It was gloomy, rain was pouring lightly on the dark earth as he walked along the side of the rode. He had his hood over his head while exposing his face, deciding to have his mask bandana off and instead on his neck. His goggles were shoved in the back of his back pocket, he had broken them recently from when he fought someone he knew. The man held two dull hatchets in his hands, both of them being in poor condition, mainly because of how frequently he used them. One of his hatchets was largely chipped, the other loose and rusty. It was starting to get harder and harder to actually cut through skin with. Toby figured it was finally time to let them both retire and get newer ones. Of course he wouldn't mind getting new hatchets, he just had a tendency of getting a bit attached to things. . .

The sound of rain gently hit the floor, the sky dark and grey having a light red shade the clouds almost making it seem like there was a sun trying to shine down. The killer walked alongside the road practically dragging his feet, slouching as he did. He was tired, very tired... He had been walking for days trying to get away from the other killers he shared a life with. His headaches in his thoughts as he pondered about what he was going to do next..

No cars had past through the road, it was too late for them to be driving through the woods anyways. The male felt exhausted, he had been walking for days trying to get close to his destination. His tics were beginning to worsen a bit, making him sound out a few random noises.

Toby soon noticed a bus stop up ahead, he felt a bit of relief cross his mind. His legs were so sore, so he couldn't help but feel a bit over joyed to find a place to sit. Shortly after a few more steps Toby sat at the bus stop that strangely enough was in the middle of the woods. He must have been very close to a town or a cabin to have a bus stop right here. Toby quietly sat letting out a sigh, placing his two hatchets under the bench as he stretched a bit. Toby let out a quick twitch before finally relaxing. The rain quickly fell, the sky still dark and foggy. Toby leaned back inhaling the fresh air of the wet woods, he shivered once more; his body was so cold but he couldn't feel anything. Toby slowly closed his eyes to rest. The sound of the rain splashing against the road soothed him, along with the sound of swaying trees and a rumbling sky made him less alert which was rare for him.

"Do you mind if I wait with you?"

A feminine voice made Toby's eyes shoot open. He quickly turned his head to see the human who had dared to approach him. He frowned seeing a young women with [long/short/no] hair, she had (E/c) eyes and (s/c) skin. She wore a light brown trench coat having her arms crossed to keep herself warm. But despite being wet from rain and having to take a bus with strangers and weirdos she smiled kindly at him. Toby stared at the lady as if she was inhuman for a moment. "Uh. Is that a, yes..?" she implied, trying to read his thoughts. Toby said nothing, as if Zalgo himself had chopped off his tongue. But out of impulse Toby scotched over for the lady. This was the first time in seven years he actually sat next to someone with a sane mentality. The lady sat next to the man, oblivious of the man being a killer. Toby didn't take another glance at the female, he couldn't stop his twitches of nervousy. He wasn't used to sitting next to someone, shall we say, "different" from him. But he could just kill this women.

"Are you from here?" the girl suddenly asked, feeling a bit uneasy in the silence herself. Toby once again said nothing, trying to suppress the urges of killing her. He didn't want to kill her, not yet at least. He wanted to see if he was even able to start a normal conversation, but even before he was a killer he couldn't exactly do that anyway. The girl slightly moved with a bit of uneasiness, maybe she shouldn't have taken the bus today... "What's your name.?" the girl asked, in one more attempt of trying to start a conversation. Another moment of silence happened. The killer clenched his jeans, his heart racing as sweat began to form. He was panicking, why couldn't he say his name? Just say it you fool! "T-T-T--" he couldn't do it. He felt like his tongue was stuck on replay. The male shut his eyes tightly as the girl next to him watched him struggle with words.

"T-Toby. M-My name is T-Toby,"

A big weight felt like it was lifted off his chest. He had finally managed to speak out his name! His eye twitched in what was supposed to be relief, but tried hard to control it in front of this random girl, who seemed a bit surprised at his quick twitches. Nevertheless, the female smiled sweetly at him "Nice to meet you Toby, my name's (Y/n)!" the girl's voice was so bright and exciting, but Toby kept his brown eyes fixed on the cold wet road. "Oh, did you forget your umbrella?" the stranger's voice was filled with concern. She had noticed that Toby was wet from the rain, she felt pity that he had to get caught in such weather. But Toby stayed silent refusing to make any eye contact with this human.

It was obvious this man had some type of social anxiety, so the girl known as (Y/n) decided to keep to herself for a bit. She took in a breath smelling the wet fresh air, a slight cold breeze hitting her skin as her (e/c) orbs watched the dark clouds rumble a bit. She only had a few minutes till the bus came

"I-It's always n-nice when it r-rains."

The girl looked at Toby who continued to keep his head down, his long dirty brown hair cover some of his face. She was surprised to hear him speak first, but she could hear the struggle in a voice when he did so, nonetheless she was happy he decided to talk to her. The stranger smiled "Yeah, some people hate it but I like how it darkens the sky!" she explained, smiling brightly the whole time. Toby nodded in agreement. It was so hard to continue this conversation, he wanted to talk to you but at the same time he wanted to strangle you! It was like a weight was pressing down on his chest; crushing his ribs, crushing his heart, crushing his lungs. . .

.Another minute passed.

Toby suddenly stood up catching the girl's attention. He looked down at her the stranger noticing how truly pale he was, how dark his eyes were actually shades underneath his dull caramel like eyes, how his brown greasy hair stayed untamed looking as if they had never been comb through. Toby couldn't help but stare at you blankly, nothing running through his mind. Until suddenly;

He walked away.

Heading in the direction in which he came. The girl watched in confusion as the male suddenly left. She wasn't sure what that was all about but she hopped the male she met made it to his destination safely. The rain slowly began to poor harder, the male now gone from her sights as he had walked down the road in a hurry.

The bus soon arrived stopping in front of (Y/n). She looked in the direction of where the male went one last time before the bus doors opened. She sighed, taking her [color] umbrella and leaning it against the bench. The girl went on the bus paying the driver before taking a seat at a window. The bus drove off, allowing (Y/n) to watch the rain hit against her window as the tall wood trees swiftly passed by. She hoped the stranger was okay, he seemed like he was troubled by something, perhaps someone?

Toby had came back to the bus stop. His clothes now drenched wet from the harsh rain. The sky was darker now telling him night had already arrived. Toby had forgotten his things he had hid under the bench, he soon took his two weapons putting his two hatchets on his belt hearing a click that they were on. He pulled his hoodie on his head ready to set out again. Toby stopped your [color] umbrella catching his attention as it casually leaned on the bench. He stared at it for a moment, had you left it behind by accident? Surely that would most likely be the case, right? He took the umbrella in his hand. It wouldn't hurt to use it, so what if you left it? It was his now. Toby opened the umbrella leaning it on his shoulders as he walked away from the bus stop.

"[Y/n]"

...What a nice name...


(April 2018)

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