"Alright Toby, time to put this.. Jacket thingy back on.."
Still handcuffed to the bed, Toby had that glint in his eye, giggling maniacally. Which meant their would be trouble.
Tim had a frying pan on standby in case things got messy or out of hand.
Tim had to fiddle with the straps and clips to figure out how to work it now his task at hand was to in cuff him and slip it over his head, and strap him on tight.
Easy? I think not.
"I've gotta take you to the bathroom before you piss on my bed again.."
He went to in cuff him, Toby stretched his arms as Tim moved quickly to grab the jacket but Toby was to quick.
Toby jumped up quickly, running right past Tim into the doorframe before twitching and shaking his head before escaping the room.
Tim was right behind him.
By the time Tim got to the kitchen Toby had already picked up a dirty fork, his eyes wired on Tim, a horrible smile on his face as he kept twitching.
Tim tried not to show that he was scared but it was like Toby could smell it.
He lunged at Tim who dodged but not quick enough, Tim felt his skin tear from the three prongs scraping his arm and he hissed.
Toby saw him flinch in pain and his smile vanished as he looked down at the bloodied fork and then at his arm, his mouth kept form an insane smile to a frown with every twitch.
It was like a computer that had a virus, making it glitch and error.
Finally Toby dropped the fork and started screaming, ripping at his hair, tears running down his face.
"HE'S COMING! HE'S COMING! AHAHAHA!" Toby broke down and fell on his knees. Laughing through his tears.
His twitching turned to a full body spasms until Tim was sure he was having a seizure.
He finally got over the shock of Toby's behavior and pinned him down, trying to get him under control.
"Toby stop! Its gonna be okay!"
His screaming increased tenfold as a sharp ringing filled his ears, his vision went blurry and static filled as he squeezed Toby, locking him in place, another sharp sting to his shoulders.
Another bite.
And then everything went completely black.
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Tim woke up later on his floor, all the lights were out, his arm had been taking a beating lately and hurt like hell.
He winced sitting up and looking around, the kitchen was completely destroyed, like a bar fight had just occurred, knives stuck in the wall, the table was on its side and blood. Blood everywhere.
He jumped up and looked around fast.
Toby was gone.
"To.. Toby?!" Tim called out coughing a little, his head felt fuzzy and he felt oddly weak.
"Toby..?"
No response.
Then Tim saw it, that damned drawing, stuck to the wall by a knife, smeared with blood, the circle with the x.
Something had been here.
