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T. Rogers

Toby would make the wish.

Knowing a little about his instability and the disorders he suffers from, he’d want you to be just as dependent on him as he is on you. I think he wouldn’t be so afraid of your terrifying behavior because he’s already used to seeing weird stuff every day; maybe he’d start to get alarmed if you began to endanger other people’s lives or your own.

This man has lost his social life, and people think you’re having a psychotic episode or a toxic breakdown.

— Honey, you don’t have to react like that when I talk to Natalie — Toby said, holding you as you cried frantically.

— I feel like you don’t love me the way you once loved her! —

Toby sighed as he hugged you tighter, whispering in your ear how madly in love he was with you.

T. Wright

You made the wish.

To be exact, we know Tim’s personality well, and we know he’s not a man who particularly enjoys physical contact or intense displays of affection. He’s afraid of hurting people because of his indifference, but he also doesn’t want to hurt himself when he develops feelings for someone only to later destroy that trust because he’s under Slenderman’s control.

So, when you made the wish for Tim to become more affectionate toward you, it was like giving him another personality on top of Masky. Tim was aware that his actions weren’t his own, but they weren’t Masky’s either. He just felt an uncomfortably intense sensation toward you.

— Tim, what are you doing in the corner? — you asked from the darkness of your room.

Tim just stared deeply at you, and in the silence, you could hear his breathing.

— Tim… —

He began walking toward you in an inhuman and strange way, scaring you and making you step back. When you finally saw his face, he started laughing right in your face, telling you it was a joke.

What the fuck was that.

B. Thomas

Brian would make the wish.

I love that we all agree Hoodie is a professional stalker and is openly proud of it. He’d wish for you to be crazy about him because he loves the intensity and playing with you because of it. He likes having a little fan following him around, and it would boost his self-confidence a bit, but once you start acting strangely and erratically, the whole game he enjoyed playing would stop being his favorite.

He saw you kill one of his friends because she was acting too “friendly” toward him and he was left with the image of her face destroyed by you, because of your erratic jealousy.

He couldn’t do anything on his own because you wanted to be by his side.

— Honey, I’m going on a mission — Brian exclaimed as he grabbed the keys to his truck.

— I don’t want you to go. Tim and Toby can handle the mission on their own — you smiled calmly.

— I know but I have to go because the operator asked me to. I won’t be long —

When Brian turned toward the door, a somewhat chilling scene awaited him. The door was completely covered in tape—lines of gray tape that looked hard to remove.

— I love you so much, my love — you said, standing up to hug him, but Brian just gave you a quick hug and a kiss.

— I love you more, sweetheart — Brian bit his lip and turned away to open the door with a nervous urgency.

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You’d been living with Habit for quite some time.

His name did justice to several of his annoying habits — in other words, everything about him was meant to be a graphic representation of human wickedness. With you, it wasn’t like that; he grew somewhat fond of you, not to torture you, but to annoy you.

A great example of this is when you tried to use a knife, pocket knife, or machete to practice self-defense in case something happened — you never know when Habit or some crazy person might snap and go on a rage.

You grip the dagger firmly by its black handle and start practicing fighting and defensive moves in the air. You’d been practicing with Habit’s weapons for a while now; he knew you were doing it, but he was never around exactly when you were training. When he found out about your little defense plan, he laughed at you, making hateful comments and, if you squinted, sexist ones too.

It was obvious that a parasitic demon would be sexist and be thousands of terms that incited hatred among humans; you could only ignore him every time he made a comment criticizing your actions.

Like today.

— You look like a little kid playing airplane when you move like that — Habit chuckled under his breath; his cap hid his eyes, but his smile was bright.

You ignored him and kept doing your thing.

— You look so funny doing this. I can assure you those internet videos aren’t going to help you at all, Bambi — He was just trying to push you to your limit.

— Are you jealous that I actually know how to use a weapon properly? — You stopped abruptly and spat out your words.

— Oh! — He paused and looked you straight in the eye. — Oh!! Of course I am! — His tone was laced with sarcasm; his voice rose with every word, and his teeth seemed ready to tear you to pieces.

— I’m so jealous that you learned in the kitchen and I had to do it with your friends —

Your head felt hotter with every word the brown-haired guy uttered; you wanted to stab him right then and there. You gripped the knife’s handle tighter and tighter and looked him straight in the eyes.

— What? I thought you were more tolerant of provocation — He shook his head as he took off his cap to smooth his dark hair, letting out a sigh of feigned pity.

— Don’t cry. You humans are pretty fragile, and there's no way I can let you use a weapon like that with your clumsy hands —

You hated how his words pierced your skull, how he still had the same hold over you as he did on the very first day.

Habit slowly approached you, putting his signature cap back on, and subtly examined you from head to toe.

You were trembling. Trembling because he was more powerful than you, and at the end of the day, you were an insecure person who was lucky enough to walk away alive but remained tied to him. He took the dagger from your hand, and as you could feel his breath on your face, a small chuckle escaped him.

— Atta girl — Habit said, tapping your thigh lightly with the flat side of the dagger.

— Maybe I can help you with a smaller knife, since your hands can’t handle the weight of this one — He said, swinging the blade back and forth.

— You’re so mean to me — you spat as you watched him walk out of the room. — I thought you loved me —

Habit burst out laughing; you could hear the vibration of his true, deep voice, which at the same time broke into Evan’s natural voice. With a sudden movement, he grabbed your cheeks with his fingertips, squeezing until you felt your teeth against your flesh and playing with your head, moving it from side to side.

— Of course i do, Bun —

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♯ ⋮ general ༉ .ᐟ

- He used to live in the ‘Creepyhouse’ during his early years (from 17 to 21) and then moved into a cabin with Masky and Hoodie near the mansion.

- His relationship with Masky is a little tense because of the age gap.

(I think there’s an 8- to 10-year gap between them)

but they have a good friendship. He likes to smoke with him and sit outside the cabin to talk about life, their thoughts, or personal experiences. They listen to the same music, but they do have their musical disagreements.

- Hoodie and Toby have more of a sibling-like relationship; their interactions are more friendly, and they make the best team when it comes to stalking and chasing. Hoodie acts as the mediator when Masky and Toby have a big argument.

— I’ve told you, you can’t attack so recklessly, Rogers. You ruin the whole plan and we end up making a mess! — Tim shouted.

— Well, at least I was doing something while you were smoking that white family’s son’s weed —

— You know I smoke that shit for my health, not for fun. You drink huge amounts of alcohol to forget about your stupid sister, and you’ve even done it on missions! — Tim slammed his fist on the wooden table while Toby clenched his dentures, which were visible because of the lack of flesh on his cheek.

The kitchen was filled with tension; both men were like animals ready to bite and kill each other.

— All right, that’s enough — Brian appeared in the doorway. — Your screams can be heard outside, and I need to keep you well so the operator doesn’t kill you for your immature actions. We can come to an agreement and improve our missions. Now we just have to swallow the terrible job we did, but we finished it—we killed that family, and that’s it —

- I firmly believe that this man steals things from his victims: clothes, kitchen supplies, or cleaning products for the house. He does it out of necessity!!

(because it’s not like Slender Man gives them clothes for free)

- If he kills someone who owns a house or an apartment, he'd take a shower

(he barely manages to stay clean and has to make the most of it)

- Someone always has to be reminding him to stop biting his open cheek; since he has CIPA, he bites his cheek out of anxiety and, in a way, to distract himself from his thoughts.

- I firmly believe he has BPD

♯ ⋮ lover ༉ .ᐟ

- He was in a relationship with Clockwork from when they were both 18 until they were 21. After they broke up, they remained friends, and sometimes they’d go out to smoke or take their minds off their problems.

(They don't do anything sexual or romantic; Clockwork is dating someone else.)

- When he met you, it was… different.

- He was supposed to kill you because of the voices in his head; his schizophrenia itself gave him ideas about how to kill and torture you, but there was something inside him that wouldn’t let him.

- He stalked you online, watched you, and followed you for two months. He figured out your routine and even managed to get into your house when you left your window slightly open.

He wanted to meet you and see if he could get close to you.

— Oh my God, are you okay? — You looked at his blood-covered arm; his sweatshirt was draped over his shoulder, and his other hand was pressing down on the oozing wound.

— Not really. Can you help me? — He lied saying it didn’t hurt.

You quickly approached him, examined his wound closely, and noticed that his arm was covered in prominent, healed scars. Your house wasn’t too far away, and you had a first-aid kit to temporarily help the stranger.

You went inside your house and led him to your bathroom; you sat him on the toilet and pulled out a box full of medicine, gauze, and bandages.

— They’re not deep, but they’re bad enough that you’ll need stitches at the hospital — you said as you began to apply some antiseptic to his wound.

He didn’t respond; he just watched your hand move and come closer to him.

— I’m sorry to ask this, but how did you get this wound? — You brought the cotton ball to his wound, and he just kept groaning through clenched teeth. — I’m sorry—let me know if it hurts anywhere else on your body. —

Toby was faking it very well, and you were falling for it.

— I was in the woods with some friends when suddenly we saw a crazy man approaching us with a knife, and he managed to hurt me. — He sighed heavily, a vile lie spilling from his mouth. — My friend hit him in the head with a rock and the psycho was knocked unconscious. My friends went to get our truck, which was inside the woods, and I came to get help for my wound.—

You believed the whole story, though you found it hard to believe; you were relieved that he’d found you and that you could help him.

— What’s your name? —

— Tobías, but you can call me Toby. —

- He struggles with jealousy, fear of abandonment, and trust issues. He knows full well that you’re with him out of love, but deep down he doesn’t trust that love; he thinks you’re with him out of fear and pity.

- He tends to disappear for days at a time because of his missions as a proxy, but when he returns, he brings you a bunch of gifts (stolen from his victims) to let you know he’s been thinking of you.

- He’s a light sleeper, but when he’s with you, he manages to get more sleep than expected —though he does have nightmares in which you leave him for another man or woman.

- He's not used to physical affection, but he loves it every time you kiss him on the cheek or start scratching his back.

- Maybe if there's a phrase or physical gesture you usually say or do, it could become one of Toby's tics.

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It's been a long time since I've posted anything on this account or anywhere else. I hope you like it, and I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes in my Englishhhh