God, you hated him. Every fiber of your being hated him in this moment. When you came to, you were still on the floor, and your hand was still in pain. The only good thing about the situation was the bones were snapping back into place, yet this also raised many more questions. Why were you healing? Why did Toby do that to you? Wait, why wouldn't he?

Through your time residing in the house, you seemed to forget, at times, the house was filled with killers. You had already met so many, but you were sure there were more. Toby and Jeff were the two you feared the most, but more so Toby. He continues to keep you confused and in pain. One day he'd kiss you like he hadn't seen you in years, but the next second he was breaking your hand and stabbing you with a knife for pure pleasure. You hated him for it, and you hated yourself too. This wouldn't have happened if your brain would stop saying and telling you to do crazy things like kiss a killer. It was all your head, not you. You were just crazy. That's it! Insanity makes you do stuff outside of the norm, so obviously you were insane.

No, this couldn't be it. You still had humanity left in you. You weren't like these things living next to you, it wasn't possible.

The door opens with a creak, and you whip your head around. It's Toby, again.

"What do YOU want? Here to break another body part?" you sneer at him, still clutching your pained hand.

"No, I've tested you enough. Actually, things turned out better than expected. Who knew you were that damaged, hehe," feeling Toby's menacing presence, you stand abruptly.

You make your way over to the bed, searching for something to assist you if a fight broke out.

"You know, I never assumed such a possibility, but this is better than killing you one and done," he runs his hatchet against the wall of your bedroom, inching closer to your trembling body.

Something wasn't right with him. You could feel the blood pumping faster throughout your body, and his voice started getting a bit muffled from the beating.

"Ah, look at that cute little face of yours! Seeing you in pain," he sucks in a breath, "such a beautiful sight. You know, I wanted to make this one clean, so I tried sharpening my hatchets." He raises both to eye level, neck twitching to one side as he inspects his masterpiece. "I'm gonna leave you with a clean kill, okay? I promise, it'll hurt a LOT."

Your eyes widen as he reels back, and swipes across your neck. You duck just in time, and crawl behind him. Toby hacks at you again, grazing your shoulder. You wince, but begin to go after Toby yourself. When he swings again, you lean back, then lunge into his body. You successfully knock him down, but this doesn't stop him from lodging the corner of his one hatchet into your side. You yelp in pain, then think of the one thing you could do to get him off guard. Think, think, what would stop him?

Before he makes another move, you rip off his face mask, and smash your lips against his. Toby's body immediately melts, and he retracts both hatchets, his hands finding their place against your waist. His hand runs all over your body while you force your tongue through, trying to keep him entertained. You continue to move your lips against his, slipping your tongue in and out of his mouth respectively. He occasionally ticks, but for the most part, he seems to be in a trance. You leave one hand on the floor, stabilizing yourself, while the other pulls away his goggles and entangles in his soft brown hair. He eventually tries to push you off of him, but you knew his plan. You decide to push forward with your own plan, and release a small moan when he tries to push away.

You feel his body stiffen, and he pushes away again. You get up, and move to the side, holding your injured waist. Instead of pursuing you on his bloodlust, you watch him grab his gear and messily readjust himself. Toby takes one small look at you and leaves in what seemed to be frustration. Whether it be sexual or frustration in distraction, you didn't want to find out. All you knew was that you survived another episode of that deranged killer.