(A/N: When I say "Toby's P.O.V" I mean I am using a more complicated mix of perspective. It's all in second person, because I am referring to the reader as "you". However, I mixed second person with third person limited. So it's not really Toby's P.O.V, like first person. It's just third person limited intertwined with second person. Sorry I am so confusing.)

You are just getting out from your friends party that lasted until 2 am. There had been a lot of alcohol circling around, and yes, you did have a little tonight. You stumble out into the night, just a tad bit tipsy, clumsily walking towards your house a few blocks down.

As you walk away from the previously loud building, an eerie sense of being watched engulfs you. You look around, barely able to focus on anything, in hopes that you might be able to spot someone.

Nothing.

It's pitch black, other than a street lamp about one-hundred feet away from you. You squint to try and look at an unknown object underneath its light, but all you can make out is a tall, slender black blob, and a small glint of orange. Fear strikes, sobering you up instantly, and you make a run through the yards of the neighborhood to make it to your house.

You run in and slam the door, locking the bolt behind you. You scurry around the house drawing every curtain closed and turning out every light before storming up the stairs and hiding in your bedroom closet, keeping the doors slightly ajar.

Toby's P.O.V

"Toby," the Slenderman's voice echoes in his head while they stand under the street lamp, "Your target is in her house. You know what to do."

"Yes, s- *tic* sir!" Toby twitches while smiling, raising his hand to his forehead in a mock-salute. If the Slenderman had eyes, they would have been rolled. Toby pulls his black striped guard up over his mouth and runs out from under the light in the direction you ran, making good speed towards your house.

"C'mon, I gotta do this r- *tic* right..." Toby whispers to himself while bounding up the porch stairs. He tries the front door, but it's locked. He sighs and walks around until he finds a ladder propped up against the side of the house. The handyman had left it there so he could continue his work in the morning. Smirking, Toby quietly moves it around until he can get to a window on the second floor that opens with little effort.

"This target m- *tic* must be an idiot." he mumbles while struggling to get into the house through the window. Finally he pulls himself through, only to get his foot caught and fall face-first onto the ground, hatchets clanking on the ground.

Your P.O.V

You hear an awful loud "thump" and jump in the closet, bumping your head on the hanger rack. You pray you didn't make too much noise while you sit, waiting for the intruder to leave.

Toby's P.O.V

Toby takes small, quiet steps through the house, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. "I wonder if she has any w- *tic* waffles." He thinks to himself while opening the freezer. He sees many frozen single-serve pizzas and breakfast sandwiches, but no waffles.

"Damn the bad luck!" Toby mutters, knocking them all out of the freezer and onto the floor. That's when he sees it.

A single slice of cheesecake in a plastic container.

"Oh, sweet! Masky is going to be s- *tic* so j- *tic* jealous!" he exclaims, snatching the container before hesitantly putting it back. "Better keep it in there until I'm done."

He walks up the stairs, pulling his orange-handled hatchet from his belt. He grips it tightly with his glove-covered hand and makes it to the top of the stairwell, rounding the corner and walking down the hall.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are~" Toby calls out in a sing-song voice, slamming his hatchet into the wall. He hears a bump and a groan of pain from behind the door on the right of the end of the hall.

"I know where you a- *tic* are~" He yells again in sing-song, pulling his hatchet from the wall and walking to the door. He kicks it open and it slams up against the wall, the knob cracking the drywall behind it.

Your P.O.V

The door slamming open is probably enough to give you a legitimate heart attack, but you only squeak and jump again. You hear footsteps walking across the room, getting closer and closer to you. You decide to peek out of the crack and gasp at what you see. A man, head turned to the side, in a tan hoodie with striped sleeves and a blue hood. His jeans are a bluish-grey, he wears black and white converse, and has slightly bushy and unkempt wavy brown hair. He stops in the middle of the room, by the foot of the bed, and stares directly at the doors. You can see now that he has a pair of orange-lensed goggles on and a black striped mouth guard-type thing. In his hand, you see, is an orange-handled hatchet and another wooden-handled hatchet hangs on his belt.

His head suddenly twitches to the side at a violent-looking angle, his shoulder jerking up in the process. He corrects himself after a second, but doesn't stop staring at the door.

"Are you going to keep b- *tic* being rude, or are you g- *tic* going to come meet your houseguest?" he says in a monotonous tone. You back up from the door for a second before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

"There she is!" he exclaims, jumping in the air and clapping. Your head cocks to the side in confusion.

"Who are you and why are you in my h-house?" you squeak out, your voice cracking at the last moment. You instantly blush and close the door behind you while you wait for your answer.

"My name is Toby, but people tend to call me 'T- *tic* Ticci-Toby'. I'm here because I have a mission to do." He says.

"Well, can you do it somewhere else and get out of my house?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I am a servant of the Slenderman."

"What? Why?"

"Because I am."

"Will you elaborate?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Oh my God, just get out of my house already!" You yell in frustration. Toby laughs and walks towards you, causing you to back up into a corner.

"You know, you're kind of c- *tic* cute." He says, gently grabbing your chin. "If only I didn't have to kill you."

"What?" you scream, eyes widening in horror. You watch Toby raise his hatchet in the air and swing down, crashing the blade down on your head. You let out a sharp scream and hit the wall, falling down to the floor with blood gushing from the wound. The crippling throb deafens your ears while you thrash around holding your head.

"Ha-ha! You look nice like that; covered in blood." Toby says before delivering another blow. You hear the blade crack against your skull and you scream again, flailing around like a chicken with its head cut off.

"Stop!" you screech. "Please!"

Toby's P.O.V

"Stop! Please!" you beg of him, but he only laughs before swinging the hatchet again. Your screams of agony echo throughout the room, fueling Toby's excitement. The Slenderman will be proud of him for sure!

"C'mon. Why don't you d- *tic* die already." Toby yells with a huge grin under his mouth guard. He notices you attempting to grab onto his leg, so he kicks you in the throat one good time. You fall back and choke, gasping for air while Toby swings the hatchet across your face. The blade cuts through your cheek, across your nose, and clips your eye a bit. You can't even scream because of his kick, and he watches the blood spew from your face.

The scene is almost arousing for Toby. He is in complete control and you are dying at his hands. You are sprawled out at his feet, hardly able to move anymore, when he picks his foot up and stomps on your neck. There is a harsh crack under his feet and you go completely still, eyes wide and bloody.

"She's done now." Toby says to himself, his neck cracking involuntarily. He walks over to the bed and wipes his blade clean before returning it to tis hanging state on his belt. He walks back to you and decides to decorate the wall. Wiping some of the blood off of your face, he puts his finger against the eggshell colored wall and draws a large circle. He repeats the process and draws an "X" through said circle before stepping back to admire his work.

Toby then walks out of the now bloody room and down the stairs to the kitchen to get the cheesecake out of the freezer. He notices a variety of drinks in the fridge and grabs a Mtn. Dew Baja Blast before unlocking the front door and walking into the woods as if oblivious to the awful scene he had just created.

"Good job, child." A voice echoes in his mind before a hand rests itself gently on his shoulder. Toby pauses and hangs his head low, squinting his eyes closed almost as if he were remorseful. The sensation quickly pauses and he turns his head around to see the Slenderman towering over him.

"Th- *tic* thank you." Toby says before the Slenderman transports them to the mansion. Toby walks in, throws the cheesecake at a rather confused Masky, and makes his way to his cold, dark room.

He removes his hatchets from his belt and throws them at the wall, fixing them in it before kicking his converse off and jumping into bed. He falls asleep quickly, the image of your blood-stained corpse all but forgotten.