As Toby left the school only three main thoughts ran through his head. The first was,'How the fuck did she figure me out so quickly!?', second, ' If she isn't a killer, or a creepypasta, who the hell is she?', and finally, 'Master is gonna is gonna be pissed!'.

It went well at first, really and truly. Toby found a large brick building with children mulling around it, and Toby thought it was safe to assume it was the high school. Thankfully, Master had brainwashed the lady at the front desk, and she immediately said in a kind voice,

"Oh, you must be Toby Rogers. Your class is in room 217." Toby gave her a quick nod and found the classroom. The middle aged woman he presumed was the teacher, welcomed him to the class, and, much to his chagrin, encouraged him to introduce himself to the room of tired and indifferent looking teens.

Not enjoying the attention, he managed to keep his voice even enough to say, "M-My name is Toby Rogers. I'm a t-transfer student."

Toby noticed Luna immediately, her green eyes wide in disbelief.'Oh dear god please...', he thought desperately, hoping she wouldn't recognize him. He took a seat in front of the her.

He could feel her eyes burning holes into the back of his head and couldn't help but fidget. When the bell rang, Toby stood up and walked to the doorway. He turned and looked to see the girl getting her backpack. Her two friends awaiting her. When the she looked towards him, her green eyes studied him. Toby, spooked, walked out the door and headed to the cafeteria with the rest of the students, trying his best to disappear.

When Toby got his lunch, he saw the girl and her friends chatting to each other in hushed tones. Toby sat down in front of the three, and as one thing lead to another, he lapsed in concentration. Panicking, he direly wished to hide behind his goggles and mouthguard. He felt exposed, making him sick to his stomach.

After obtaining the information that Luna was not a minion, a killer, or a Creepypasta, Toby slipped out the back door in the kitchens, blending in with the large crowd of awkward teenagers. He sprinted into the woods, taking a shortcut to the murdered woman's house.

Her corpse was still splayed out on the porch, bloody and broken. Her body could easily be seen by any passerby, but Toby wasn't worried about it at the moment. Right now, he was concerned with getting his shit together and making a jerry rigged game plan for how he would deal with Luna. He threw open the door and loped towards the bedroom where his old clothes lay on the bed. Toby slipped out of his new garbs and into the previous ones. He fished his jacket from the washer, which he did not turn on, thankfully. He slumped down onto the bed.

'What the hell am I going to do?...' Toby sat, staring at his hands. An flighty feeling came over him.

'Why, Why, Why? What am I going to do? What am I going to do!?' Toby's shaky hands started towards his mouth.

Absentmindedly, he began to nibble on them in his panic, until he caught himself. His breath hitching, he grabbed his gloves and mouthguard, strapped on his goggles and took a deep breath.

"Pull yourself together Toby" he whispered to himself.

Hours passed by as Toby bid his time by dragging the young lady's crumpled and decapitated body inside the house and shoving it into a closet. Toby had to chop off a few of her limbs to fit her inside, but eventually succeeded. He then raided the fridge for food, finding some leftovers. He also discovered a bottle of whiskey, tried it, aaand immediately threw up. Before he knew it, it was an hour before sunset, and it was time to go to Luna's house and... discuss things. Toby cracked his neck and headed out.

Once Luna returned from school, Reese ran up to her and hugged her.

"Hey, Luna!" Reese yelped happily. A smile was plastered onto his face.

"Um, hey little guy. Look Reese do you wanna play in my room?" Luna mumbled in a distracted voice. She dumped her things onto the table, happy to be relieved of them after a, to put it lightly, long day.

"Sure! Daddy is asleep, and Mom is at work. He bought me a hotwheels car set today!" Reese continued to babble on, completely unaware that things could go nuclear at any moment today.

"Oh, cool kiddo. Uh, let's go to my room.", Luna said, not listening in the slightest. Normally she would've been intently listening and entertaining him, but today she was worried about bigger things.

"Okay!", said Reese in his usual carefree tone. The two siblings walked upstairs. and, surprise surprise, a certain someone was standing in the middle of Luna's bedroom. Reese's hand flew to his mouth and he gasped.

"Isn't that Ticci Tony!", the child exclaimed with shock.

"I-It's Toby, not Tony." the proxy said simply. Like the current situation was the most normal thing in the world. A scowl split Luna's face. 'Must've climbed the damn tree and gotten through the window' she thought, recalling the locked front door. Pissed off, Luna pushed Reese behind her instinctively, and glared at Toby.

"Alright, if you want answers to whatever questions you ask, you need to take your hatchets, slide them over to me, then sit your ass down. Now." Luna was fed up, and she was NOT gonna take any bullshit today, especially not from him.

Toby looked a bit taken aback at the young girl's language and attitude. Raising his hands up in a gesture of surrender, he put both of his hatchets on the ground and slid them towards Luna's feet. Then he backed up towards a black armchair and, as Luna said, sat his ass down.

Luna looked at her little brother. "Go downstairs and stay close to the door, if you hear me yell, run to the neighbors house and make them lock the doors and call the police. " Luna said, rubbing her temples. Reese reluctantly nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.

She turned back to Toby, sitting in her room with an air of awkwardness. She looked him up and down, making sure he didn't have any hidden weapons on him. Finally relaxing a little bit, Luna spoke up first.

"Alright, ask away.", she growled.

"H-How old are you?" Toby questioned.

"15"

"Why d-did you attack my friend?"

"He was trying to hurt my baby brother, and if he thought he was gonna get away unscathed, he thought wrong!"

"Easy, ch-chill out." Toby chided, "Do you read c-creepypasta?"

"Yeah, all the time." Luna stated in an embarrassed tone.

Toby smiled behind his mouthguard with a goofy look on his face. "W-What's your favorite?"

Sheepishly, she responded, " Slenderman, Clockwork, and..." she hesitated, "you."

Toby's gaze widened behind his goggles. "Fangirls..."

"God no, I'm not a fangirl. Trust me."

"S-So, I-if you aren't a creepypasta or a killer, w-who the hell are you?", Toby inquired warily.

"I am a normal girl. I don't kill people, I don't have special powers, I'm normal." Luna said, emphasis on 'normal'.

"Then h-how did you smack Laughing Jack around l-like he was your bitch?" Toby cocked his head to one side, an eyebrow raised.

Luna couldn't help but giggle at this. "Well, if someone tries to hurt my brother, then they're in for the beating of their lives." she said, regaining her composure. "Now for me to ask something. Why are you stalking me?"

"Master s-said that I n-needed to record your h-habits and shit, so we could find out if you were a minion of Z-Zalgo or not." Toby stated as he absent-mindedly twiddled his fingers.

"By Master, you mean Slenderman, right?"

"Uh-huh." he clarified.

"And Zalgo is a demonic lord?"

"Y-Yup.", Toby replied, nodding.

"Why the hell are you telling me this? Are you gonna try and kill me?", she demanded, glancing at her stashed knife.

Toby noticed this and frantically shook his head,"No, I s-swear, I-I need you to pretend that none of t-this happened, and I will keep w-watching you to keep up the illusion that you have not d-discovered me. P-Please"

Settling back down, Luna implored,"What do I get from all this?

"You g-get to live until my master decides w-whether to kill you or not. I wouldn't want to kill you, but if Master makes me, I wont have a choice."

Luna's face went pale. "Fine, I don't care! As long as you don't hurt my family or my friends.", she asserted, her voice lined with resolve.

Toby was surprised at Luna's selflessness. Usually people begged and tried to sell out their peers in these situations. "T-That isn't my decision to make... c-can I ask something e-else?

"Shoot.", Luna replied detachedly.

"D-Do you l-love your little brother?" he intoned.

"With all my heart." Luna said in a grave voice.

"T-That must be why I keep having f-flashbacks." Toby said to himself outloud.

"What?" Luna asked with a puzzled look on her face.

Toby hesitated, dubious of how much he should let on."I ... I have f-flashbacks when I see you s-some times. I see a girl w-who must be my s-sister, and then myself. I-It always happens when I s-see you and your brother Reese. Y-You... remind me of her..."

At hearing this, Luna's apprehension disappeared in a wave of sympathy. She knew Toby's story, and remembered how much his sister meant to him. The two sat in silence, unsure of what to say or do next.

Luna eventually broke the silence. "Toby... you can come by whenever. I don't mind, as long as my parents aren't around. Besides, it's not every day that you find out your favorite Creepypastas are real, right?", she said with a small smile.

Toby lifted up his goggles and sighed as he said, "Thank you. I really mean it."

Luna stood up, and calmly picked Toby's hatchets. She padded over to him and held them out, handles first. He got up from the chair, dwarfing Luna in size, and took them gratefully.

Luna reached her hand out and gripped his shoulder, "Don't be afraid to talk to me, alright?"

Toby grinned at the absurd sight of this young girl consoling him, a seasoned killer and full-time proxy. Seeing this, Luna rolled her eyes put a hand behind her head.

"...Hey, I didn't hurt L.J too ,bad, did I?", she inquired sheepishly.

Toby snorted at this, saying, "D-Don't worry too much. You only bruised his ego for the most part." Toby glanced out the window, noticing the sun was going down. "Heh, I better get going before He shows up."

Luna studied him before responding, "I'll see you around Toby."

"Later, Luna.", Toby said, before adjusting his goggles and leaping out the window. He slid down the tree, and landed on the ground softly.

'Please let things turn out alright.', he thought as he looked towards the treeline, the sun almost dissapearing in the horizon.

'Please.'