'Ello, all. First of all, I have the feeling some people will flame this story, and I can see why one would want to. But, let me assure you, this was written for pure fun - as sad as it is - and was not intended to anger anyone. Therefore, I don't appreciate flame reviews, so if you absolutely hate this story, please don't read it. But, if you don't like Toby, you've come to the right story! These will be a series of short one-shots about Toby. Please read, review, and enjoy!
Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
It was a typical Thursday in St.Dunstan's Market. People were everywhere, buying food and other random things.
A rather large crowd was gathered around a well-sized stage. 'Pirelli's Miracle Elixir' it read, 'King of the Barbers, Barber of Kings'.
After a good amount of people arrived, curious as to what this wonderful elixir did, a young boy – of whom we call Toby – emerged from behind a red curtain.
Toby hit a drum to gain attention from the audience. He hit it 18 times.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention pur-lease!" Toby called out.
Suddenly, a random member of the crowd shot back
"No!"
A gunshot was heard.
Toby fell to the ground – dead.
Yes, short, I know. These aren't supposed to be chapter-long one-shots. These are going to be short little ramblings of different things that could've happened to Toby. -evil smirk- Anyway, I really had fun writing this, and I hope you all had fun reading it. :D So, review to show you care.