You felt your heart drop. You didn't dare move. Even if he was some sort of immortal you didn't wanna be there when he died. The aftermath and what you presumed to be a reformation of his body resurrection was not intriguing to you. Why would he even do that in the first place? He could've let you both hit the floor, but he grabbed you. Wasn't he just choking the life out of you a few minutes before?

"T-Toby?" you tested, hoping his stuttering comment would come out just fine.

When he didn't respond, you felt your heart beating faster, you push off of him, face to face with him as you straddle him. You pull off his head gear, seeing that he's unconscious, but breathing.

You sigh in relief, and look around. The basement was eerie, especially from the debris laying around you after the crash. You look up and see the ominous structure still digging into the staircase wall. You had to get out before the house collapsed.

You look back down at Toby, trying to wake him. You shook his shoulders, smacked his face a few times, even took a look into his eyes, yet nothing worked.

"C'mon, Toby, please wake up." you tried everything to wake him up, but literally nothing worked.

Looking around again, you try to figure out how you could get you both out. The stair case was a no-no. The termites probably got to it considering the rotting look it took on, and the staircase upstairs was already in a dangerous situation. Man, if only Toby was awake, he would know what to do. You stood up, off of Toby, and try to drag him to a safer location. One small opening during your fall gave no room for debris to kill you, so you move under the small clearing, hoping for the best while Toby comes back to you.

You eagerly waited, trying to wake him up ever so often, but he lay stone cold. Hours passed, but no more debris fell, and no more signs from Toby. In a few more hours, it would begin to get cold. Your sweatpants and long sleeved t-shirt gave some comfort paired with Toby's surprisingly warm sweatshirt, but it would do nothing against the brisk evening and colder night air. Eventually, you resorted to pulling Toby's limp body between your legs, almost using him as a blanket. Your arms wrap around his torso while his head rolled into your chest, just under your chin. How could someone be passed out for this long?

Just as you begin to pass out yourself another few hours later against a darkened pole, you feel him begin to move. This made you stop moving, waiting for more signs of consciousness. Toby, instead of waking up, nuzzles his head further into your chest, turning to his side to get closer. You roll your eyes, if this man has been asleep the whole time you would probably consider murdering him with the actual intention. You pull him closer, feeling him react again, getting closer to your body for warmth.

It was at this moment you flick his forehead, making him shoot his eyes open at the sudden contact. "Asshole! How long have you been sLEEPING AT A TIME LIKE THIS?" you push him off, watching him smile at you.

"A few hours, perhaps. I wanted to see what you did, but when you pulled me closer, I couldn't resist. You're a great pillow, and your heartbeat really lulls a person to sleep." He rubs his eyes, almost like a child, and winces in what looks like pain?

"What's that face for," you glare.

"My shoulder feels weird, and I can't really lift my arm." He wiggles it around, and you have to hold back a gag.

He laughs, "Probably shattered my shoulder blade on that rock back there, but no worries. I can't feel a thing!"

"Can we just get out of here? I'm kind of cold." you glance up at the sky's midnight hue.

"Relax, I lived here I know all the ways around." he stood, lending a hand to pick you up as well.

Toby pauses for a second, and looks at you. "I gotta admit. You're looking pretty cute in those clothes. Not quite as cute as me, of course," he winks, and grabs his facial gear.

You feel a blush, and try to smack it away subtly. Why did he affect you like this when all he does is give you pain? You can't be some kind of masochist, no. As Toby leads you around the basement, you can only stare at him in wonder. What would that even be like? Dating a monster like him? You shake your head, of course not. Never in a thousand years, but your heart has different ideas. The thought of losing him made your heart churn, yet your mind wanted to leave so bad.

He drags you further into a closet, then stops again when he closes the door. Toby turns, and puts the hand holding his masks on your shoulder.

"Climb through the vents, and it should be a straight incline to the first floor. That should lead you to the front of the house just above the staircase. Be care-...I mean...I have something to do so I'll meet you there." You begin to protest, but he pushes you into the vent, and closes the door behind him.

You decide to just follow his word, hoping you weren't going to land in some lava pit, as it seemed fitting for something he would do. Much to your relief, you end up exactly where Toby told you, and immediately run out of the house. You sit on the grass, raising Toby's hoodie and keeping your head down. From the inside, you hear Toby's hatchet smashing into the basement, and you flinch at every scream or wack he acts out. After a few minutes, you watch the house shake, and collapse within itself. You scramble off your feet, screaming his name in worry. What if he was hurt? What if he couldn't get out?

You cover your mouth, waiting for the house to settle in on itself before you step any closer. The silence killed you, not even the neighbors seemed to care about the commotion or the screams. You grab at your heart, feeling it twist and flip. You were worried. Why were you worried?

You feel a hand grab the wrist in front of your mouth in a gentle manner. You rip it away, standing back in defense.

"Geez, it's just me," Toby adjusts his mouth guard, and holds out his hand, "Let's go home. I have a new show for us to watch!" he pulls you back into the woods, breaking into a run.

"Toby, wait!" you dig your heels into the dirt, pulling him back.

Toby stops, and you bump straight into him. He laughs, "What is it?"

"Not that I'm complaining, but why didn't anyone save us if they could hear us?" he looks around, then aims back at you.

"You think they care about a house burned by a killer? They want to save their own asses, not ours." he says, venom dripping from every word. "Not that I'M complaining, but why didn't you leave when you had the chance? You could've left me there and escaped." his voice dropped, a hint of sadness washing over his words.

"...I...I don't know. I guess in some twisted way, I like being around you." you mumble, looking down at the dead leaves.

"Didn't paint you as a masochist, but I'll keep that in mind," Toby winks again, sending a shiver down your spine, then pulls you deeper into the woods, back home.