Tobias Rogers ‘Ticci Toby’ : You were a new beginning, an artistic melody that painted the sky with strokes of light and color. Toby was a faded light, dimmed and jaded— but you lighted his heart ablazed. Once he touched a fragment of heaven, he knew he couldn’t turn away. Because, Toby was never known for being a selfless man.

Toby is someone who desperately wants to be loved— but with how his life turned out, being on the run during his late teens and early twenties, then serving the being that haunted him since he was a child— to put it lightly, Toby never had the time to connect with someone.

It does mess with Toby deep deep deep down— that he isn’t normal, that he can’t build strong relationships— like others do so easily, though it’s something he does crave— he isn’t that delusional; he knows he wouldn’t be able to maintain any sort of relationship anyway.

But that’s thrown out the window when he meets you— I fully believe Toby’s a ‘love’ ( lust ) at first sight type of guy. He tends to fixate on people, starts learning everything about them ( all the parts he likes, anything else he’ll block out.. like it doesn’t exist. ) projects his dream partner onto them, till he gets bored or they break the perfect woman perception— he had for them.

It’s probably a small / insignificant act of kindness that brought Toby’s attention to you.

Maybe it’s when you paid for his meal inna hole and a wall diner / or you helped him when he was injured( even if he doesn’t feel pain— the thought still counts ) / or maybe in passing you complimented his sense of style. No matter how you met Toby, he fell hook and sinker.

In a relationship, I feel that Toby would naturally go for someone more maternal. ( even if your the most masculine woman / person — he’d still project a motherly role onto you. ) He’s so used to older angry masculine male figures in his life— who call him crude names and make him feel less than.

He just wants someone who’s nonjudgmental. Someone who’d love him despite his ugly scars— to kiss them gently, love them like they are art on a canvas.

Toby knows that’s wishful thinking.. and you probably don’t even know he exists but a man can dream.

Toby daydreams about you ALOT, it pisses both Masky and Hoodie off cause the kid won’t do his darn’ job correctly— Masky is one bad day away from grabbing Hoodies gun and blowing Toby’s brains out.

TOBY IS SO AWKWARD IT HURTS.. he isn’t the most social guy ever.. the only real conversations Toby has is either with one his victims.. and Toby barely would call someone begging for the life a conversation— Two, Tim and Brian… and Toby fuckin hates Tim ( the feeling is mutual ) Then Brian… Toby doesn’t exactly have a problem with him.. but Toby thinks Brian a fuckin werido for even liking to be around Tim. Lastly— the voices in his head.. and I won’t elaborate on that.

So when Toby tries to talk to you.. he very creepy— like very fuckin creepy..

Unwavering direct eye contact, prolonged touches, Talking in an unnatural manner, like he’s reading off a shitty 2000’s screenplay.. it’s bad— so bad.. but Toby thinks it went amazingly! Honestly it went better then what he’s been imagining in his head!

I think Toby would try to be a flirt… but he’s straight up tremendous at it— but I wouldn’t recommend telling him that, he has a very small fragile ego.

Realistically.. Even if Toby bagged you, he wouldn’t be able to be with you for long— once his job is over he has to move towns unless..

Yeah, bro kidnapped your ass— are yall really that shocked??

Not gonna lie, getting kidnapped by Toby is lowkey the worst lol ( who would’ve thought?? )

That’s when you’ll learn the most about Toby— mostly how seriously deranged this fucker is.

You’d have to deal with his horrible psychotic episodes, where he trashes the whole fuckin cabin, screaming at you for not loving him back— full on man child tantrums.

Toby most definitely dissects animals for fun.. so good luck with the rotting smell of corpses in your bedroom.

When Toby comes back from ‘work’ he’ll always have a gift for you.. though don’t ask him who or where he got it from— just smile and say thank you.

Toby most definitely stole the password to Tim’s Hulu account.. yall watch anime together.

Toby doesn’t talk much, since he wouldn’t have much to talk about.. ( Toby also hates his stutter/tics.. so he’d rather hear your soothing voice instead of his raspy one ) but he’s a total nerd— Ask him a question about Star Wars and he’ll yap for hours.

Toby accidentally hurts you— more often then he’ll like to admit.. he doesn’t comprehend his strength— and it’s hard to understand a concept you’ve never experienced, so when you cry — he thinks you're being a big baby.

Toby is a DIY husband, always building something new when he’s home— cannot stay still.

You're gonna have to do all the cooking… This man eats like a 3 year old.

Toby loves you unconditionally— though depending on how you treat him, your experience with him will either be hell or decent..

also don’t try to leave the cabin, he’ll find you.

Evan Myers ‘HABIT’ : Evan is losing his mind, a parasite— a monster is taking over his body. It nibbles on his brain, whispering unsavory suggestions into his head. His thoughts aren’t his own anymore, neither is his love for you.

Evan is short-tempered, vulgar, and a bit of a smartass. Not everyone can handle somebody like him— yet there you are ( foolishly ) loving him through everything.

Evan feels his sanity slipping from his grasp, he knows he’s less than sane, that he’s borderline psychotic. He knows the right thing to do is to let you go. That he can’t even trust himself to protect you anymore— especially from himself.

Yet, he selfishly clings onto you, because you are Evan’s breath of fresh air, you're as gentle as a baby bunny, softly holding him throughout his night terrors. Gently patting his tears away with cloth, whispering sweet nothings into his ear— sweet empty promises that everything will be alright— that you’ll stick with him, no matter what— that nothing can take him away from you.

Evan can’t handle the thought of losing you, he’d actually start tweeking out. Especially if slenderman had something to do with it. ( Evan will somehow someway throw slenderman out the window just like he did the rake. )

But seriously— Evan can’t lose you. You are the rainbow after his storm. Evan is a whirlwind of contradicting emotions, yet— you're his only constant that pulls him out of his episodes. He can’t live without you.

You are his distraction, his comfort outside of the hell that is his life. All Evan wants is your touch, your undying nor revering love, and in return he’ll give his everything to you.

Correction: he'll give you everything BUT information on what he does with the EMH ( EverymanHYBRID ) crew.

He has you blocked on all social media, and changed the password to his computer, Evan doesn’t want you involved in his fucked up life.. well more than you already are.

Evan knows that you're not an fuckin’ idiot, there’s only so many times that he can come home with a new injury till you're catching on that the ‘workout’ videos aren’t all he’s doing.

But in Evan’s defense there’s only so many excuses he can make up about how these crazy ass scars keep on randomly appearing on his body— Or the weird brown stains on his jacket.

you're growing more suspicious— even if you don’t directly question him.. he can see in your eyes that you’re worried.

But if Evan were to tell you the truth ( he wouldn’t inna million fucking years ) he doesn’t even know how he’d start that conversation.

“Babe, don’t freak out but.. Y’know slenderman? Yeah, that tall lanky malnourished mother fucker’ that we made fun for having no face? so.. he’s real— surprise! Ohhh, and has been haunting me and the gang for months..and wanna know the best part? I never told you till now! Haha..” yeah no.. Evan rather uses his own body as a pin cushion for his knife collection than ever admit something as lundquist as that.

Evan believes ignorance is bliss ( but only when it comes to you. )

HABIT adores dumb little things, like you. He loves the way your eyes light up whenever he comes home from a long day of ‘work’. HABIT also loves your expressive facial features, how he wishes to contort it, to dismember it into something else entirely new. But what HABIT loves the most is the fact that the ‘man’ you kiss every morning, who you trust unconditionally and let into the deepest crevices of your body, isn’t who you think it is.

HABIT is an inhuman being that predates time itself. He doesn’t have any connection to humanity, only existing to find a suitable host.

It isn’t hard to get HABITS attention, in fact it’s pretty easy. It's just extremely hard to maintain.

But you're so awfully pathetic, kind soul, that he sorta ‘feels’ bad for you. That you ended up with a guy like Evan, and return him.

HABIT finds you interesting, specifically your selflessness. He notices when you go out of your way to help others, or how you consider his feelings whenever you make a decision, or whenever he’s upset, you always make ‘him’, his favorite food.

You're really as sweet as they come, and he’s the murder that wears your boyfriend's skin.

HABIT fucks with you a lot, ‘accidentally’ tripping you, moves your shit around so you can’t find it, constantly trying to scare the shit out of you— just to make fun of you for being scared.

HABIT brings you dead bunny corpses as gifts

HABIT isn’t used to preserving life, that was never really his cup of tea. He prefers breaking down his host, ( or their loved ones ) to their very limit, mentally and physically— till they're unrecognizable from humans or beasts.

Yet, now he does facial saturday’s with you / joins you in your everything showers / and lets you paint his nails any color you want.

It’s not that HABIT, gotten soft— he’s the same evil unforgiving ass mother fucker that possessed your boyfriend, ate a baby, and works with the fuckin slenderman and the rake, you cannot fix him.

HABIT lovesss to mock you, he loves making fun of his dumb little wife for asking ‘dumb questions’— he often flicks your forehead.

HABIT loves that you're a crybaby, he loves wiping your tears away condescendingly— like he wasn’t the one who caused them.

Most definitely daydreams about killing you.. more often than you’d expect— he especially thinks about it when yall are intimate. When HABIT holds you, tracing your body with his fingers— looks at you intensely like you're the only woman in the world— just knows he’s thinking about how you’d look if your organs were spilling out of your stomach.

HABIT unlike Toby can flirt— he never liked the whole brooding boyfriend type of thing— Evan had going on at times— HABIT in his words, ( not anyone else’s ) He’s a simply a little demon, a whimsical silly creature who does things for his own entertainment, and his current fun outside of fuckin’ with the EMH crew is fucking with you. ( sometimes literally )

May that be blowing into your ear, to make you shiver— or picking you up and carrying you, to see your shocked expression — or even holding you by your waist, while the EMH crew is around to embarrass you / prove a point to the group.

HABIT would do it especially when vinnie found out that he processed Evan— the shit eating grin, he would have as you invite Vinnie over to your place for dinner cause ‘he’s been looking stressed lately’ you’ll make Vinnie’s favorite meal, trying to make it feel like old times— but vinnie cannot even enjoy you and your thoughtfulness when your sitting on that monsters that’s cosplaying his best friends lap.. it’s making him sick.

‘Vinnie, are you okay? You.. look pale,’ you ask softly, drink in hand— you walk over to him, handing Vinnie a glass of water.

‘Yeahhh, Vinnie,’ you feel a strong pair of familiar arms wrap around your waist. ‘—What’s wrong buddy?’

ANYWHOO HABIT randomly telling you the most out of pocket shit and just smiles and says,

   The sky was littered with beautiful twinkling stars against a midnight black canvas, the full moon’s silver moonlight beaming down and illuminating the otherwise dark forest. Leaves crunched under Tim’s, Brian’s, and [First Name]’s feet as they maneuvered their way around. Owls let out their cry every once and a great while, their eerie tone bringing a shiver down [First Name]’s spine. Insects of a variety of species sang their symphony, and their song was almost bringing comfort to the three that were out in the wild.

   Each of them held their own cameras, recording as they adventured forward. The trio used night vision so they could see where they were going, the screen with various shades of green invaded their eyes. [First Name] couldn’t tell if the two boys were having any trouble going through the makeshift path, but she was trying not to stumble over any broken or low oak tree branches that obstructed the way.

   “How do we really know there’s really a mansion way in the middle of this forest?” [First Name] asked, cutting the nervous tension between the three. “For all we know, we’re going to just get lost in the middle of this forest and never find our way out.”

   “We don’t,” Tim replied with a shrug. “It’s called a legend for a reason.”

   The young woman groaned and turned to her other friend. “Brian, who’s idea was it again to go and find this random ass manor in the middle of nowhere?”

   The light brown hair male chuckled and gave a slight smirk. “The person who’s between Tim and I, [Nickname].”

   “…Right. I’m kind of regretting this now.”

   “Don’t start regretting this decision now while we’re already way out here,” the dark haired male stated. “Besides, this could turn out and make a great documentary for our film class.”

   “Yeah, us getting lost will make a very good documentary,” Brian chimed in.

   “We could always go back if you have a problem, Brian—”

   [First Name] abruptly halted her tracks, an expression of fear contorted on her face. Her [Eye Color] eyes seemed to be hypnotized by something. Tim saw his female friend, stopping when he was right beside her. Brian wasn’t too far behind Tim, stopping on the other side of the young female.

   “What’s wrong?” Concern laced through Tim’s words as he observed [First Name].

   With a shaky voice, she asked, “how does the legend of Slenderman go?”

   “If I remember correctly, aren’t there eight pages you have to collect? Something like that,” Brian responded with a questioning tone.

   [First Name] started to walk towards an abnormally large oak tree, camera filming herself picking up a page that was nailed to the tree. The page contained a tree on the left, Slenderman in the middle with the word ‘FOLLOWS’ written vertically on the right. [First Name] felt her heartbeat in her throat, the feeling of dread slowly blooming within her stomach.

   “Well, perhaps he is real after all.”

   Tim scoffed softly, taking the page from [First Name] and observing it. “It’s scribbled on, which means it’s just kids trying to scare whoever walks in this forest.”

   Brian gave his friend a skeptical look. “I don’t think you quite believe that yourself. I mean, kids don’t come all the way out here, putting up pictures of Slenderman to scare the wildlife. I mean, who really ventures out in this forest?”

   “You guys, come on… You don’t really believe in Slenderman, do you?”

   Brian and [First Name] glanced at each other, matching the other’s expression before turning back to their dark haired friend. Tim shook his head and headed the page back to [First Name].

   “Come on, a large nine foot creature with no face living in the middle of this forest in a mansion? How believable is that? We’re in college, we’re not supposed to believe in a kid's scary story.”

   [First Name] knew Tim was right, but she couldn’t help the fear that soared through her blood vessels. A horrible gut feeling twisted inside of her, and she felt like she could throw up any second now. Her throat felt tight, and she swallowed to keep the bile down.

   “I don’t know Tim, I know you’re right, but still…”

   Brian placed a comforting hand on [First Name]’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s keep going. Better than standing around and overthinking everything.”

   The three slowly made their way back into exploring further into the forest. The sounds of nature filling the tree pairs of ears. Although, the further that they went, Brian and [First Name] shared the bad feeling in their stomachs. As stubborn as Tim was, [First Name] was sure that he had felt some sort of bad feeling. How could he not?

   It was Brian’s turn to stop, this time next to a huge rock with red and brown hues. [First Name] made haste as she caught up with Brian, seeing that he had also found a page. This page’s contents held ‘ALWAYS WATCHING’ at the top, in the middle a picture of a circle and X’s where the two eyes would be, and at the bottom saying ‘NO EYES’.

   “If kids were placing these pages up, they sure have a sick sense of humor,” Brain commented. “Seriously, kids would be more scared than us to come way out here. Something is definitely up.”

   Tim stood tall and confident behind [First Name], looking at the page from over her head. He gave a quick sigh, looking over at his male friend. “How can something watch with no eyes? You guys are really afraid of nothing.”

   “Okay, Mr. Tough Guy, you go on ahead of us then and lead the way if you aren’t scared,” [First Name] snapped. She was getting tired of Tim’s stubborn attitude.

   “Fine.”

   Tim went on first, [First Name] not too far behind him. Brian took a second to sweep his camera around the surroundings, checking it out before going after his two friends. He also knew that Tim was being the most logical out of the three, but he couldn’t help that one lingering thought in the back of his mind that made him think, what if Slenderman really was real? If he truly was real, how much danger were they in at the moment?

   ‘Much.’

   Brian let out a small gasp, looking around him. The voice was in his head, although it wasn’t his voice in his head. Instead, this voice was both comforting and eerie; a perfect mix of the two. It was velvety, but it held dark intentions behind that single word. The gasp caught the attention of [First Name], and she promptly turned around. Seeing Brian’s confused state; he was looking around frantically looking for the source of the voice.

   “What’s wrong, Brian?”

   The light haired male looked at [First Name] with wide brown eyes. He gave a sheepish smile, hoping to hide the fact that he heard a different voice in his mind.

   “All good here, [Nickname],” he lied. “I just thought I heard something. Nothing to worry about.”

   “Will you two come on?” Tim’s voice yelled, his voice echoing off the trees. “You told me to go ahead, not to go alone.”

   [First Name] rolled her beautiful [Eye Color] eyes. “We better get going. But hey, we’re here together. We’re safe.”

   Brain’s sheepish smile turned into a genuine smile, knowing that his friend was there for him. And he was there for her, and he hoped that she knew that fact.

   The two made their way to where they heard Tim’s voice, just a few yards ahead of them. Although, they found it peculiar that he had stopped in front of another abnormally large tree. Brian and [First Name] walked over to each side of Tim, noticing that he was holding a page in his hands. This page had ‘DON’T LOOK…OR IT TAKES YOU’ written on it, with an X by the word don’t and a small drawing of Slenderman under the S in takes.