4:39am. The alarm clock read. Travis had work in the morning but yet he couldn't sleep. It almost seemed like he could never sleep like the gods wouldn't allow it. Maybe that's how he would die, lack of sleep. Travis sighed and shook his thoughts from his fucked up brain before getting out of bed. He slowly began to walk downstairs before he came back up them. He walked over to his closet and decided to go ahead and get dressed for work before he took a walk in the woods to clear his head. He changed into a plain white short sleeved button up shirt, a faded pair of blue jeans, and a plain black pair of combat boots. Travis headed out of his house walking into the woods behind his home. It was only peaceful halfway through the woods but once he was halfway everything went quiet and this caused Travis to freeze where he stood. "Who's there?!" He shouted, looking around quickly. When he looked behind him he saw someone peeking around the trees at him. Travis took a step back before noticing the hatchet, "Who are you?!" He shouted as he backed up into a tree.
Toby smirked under his mask as he began walking closer to Travis, "H-Hi Tr-Travis" He stopped about 6 feet from Travis, "D-Do you no-not remember me?" He asked as his head jerked to the side
Travis thought for a moment, "Who are you? If your someone i know you would know i have shit memory"
Toby shook his head, "Y-y-you really do-don't remember y-y-your 'poor baby' Ticci T-Toby?" He asked in a teasing tone
Travis looked confused before it hit him like a train hitting a car on the tracks, "Toby? . . . I thought you were dead" Tears started to form in Travis' eyes as he slowly remembered everything that he had said to Toby and all the bad history they had. He had to lie, quickly, and find a way out. Anything at all. 'Shitshitshit' Travis couldn't think, he was so clouded right now. What was he going to do? His eyes darted around and he suddenly noticed the hatchet that was about to be brought down on him.
"Any last words?" Toby asked, letting out a small whistle after that. He looked crazed even with his goggles covering his eyes. Travis could see his face though it was covered. Travis knew his time was near but he needed more, just a few more days. He had psychotic intentions of his own and he couldn't quite well commit them if he was dead. "N-nothing? T-they do say si-silence is so-so-s-sometimes the best an-answer"
Travis quickly grabbed the handle of the hatchet. That's all he could do, nothing else would work. He didn't want to try to seduce him. It didn't seem like it would so he didn't want to try and end up dead. Travis held on tightly to the handle of the hatchet, "Tobias Aaron Rogers" Travis breathed
Toby froze, "What did you call me?" He asked, glaring down at Travis, he hadn't heard that name in forever. He hadn't been called that in years. It brought back a lot of traumatic memories. His mind began to run wild, mostly thoughts of his dad and everything he had done to their 'family'
"Tobias Aaron Rogers" Travis shouted before pushing Toby to the ground