Y/n's pov

You finished reading the note but let your eyes linger on the nickname he referred to you as. Turning your attention to the shackle you began looking for a way to unlock it. Once it was clear the only way for it to open was a key you sighed and grabbed the cold plate of eggs examining them before deciding they were safe to eat. While you ate you began flipping through the book Toby supplied you with; It was an old copy of Charlotte's Web which was in pretty good condition despite it's obvious age.

After hours of reading you flipped the book closed having finished the last chapter. You set it back down on the table and wrapped the thick blanket around yourself as you stared out the window at the setting sun. You let your thoughts wander as the hours ticked by eventually lulling you into a light sleep.

{TimeSkip}

You twitched as the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. Propping yourself up on your elbows you let out a soft yawn as Toby waltzed into the room. He immediately set down his blood crusted hatchets and mask exposing an energetic smile. "Hello," he spoke in a chipper tone taking a seat next to you.

You greeted him and followed his gaze to the backpack he held closely to his chest. He hummed while starting to unpack it, setting each item carefully on the table which made your stomach churn as you identified each object. "I didn't want y-you with me at 'work' today because I thought i-it would ruin the su-surprise, I promise to take you tomorrow, but..." he paused looking at all the stuff he laid out.

Toby turned to you smiling widely, "I h-had Hoodie stop by your old h-house and pick up so-somethings to make you feel more at h-home here!" He said, his eyes lighting up like a kid's on Christmas.

"He was in my house?" You questioned feeling nauseated as you looked at your stuff laid out on the table. Toby nodded excitedly not letting the question dampen his mood.

"First item!" He announced unzipping the front pocket of the backpack and pulling out several bags of skittles. Your eyes widened as you took it from him the feeling of unease quickly snuffed by gratitude. "My favorite, how did you know?" You said, glancing up at him smiling.

Your smile dropped as fast as it appeared; Toby held up your phone. "You mentioned it t-to your friends a couple times. You really s-should've put a password on this th-though." He spoke as if he hadn't done anything wrong. You assumed they took it from you when you first arrived, but wondered how long Toby had been hanging on to it. He ignored you and slid the device into his back pocket not paying attention to your bewildered face.

Toby continued listing off the items not letting your lack of responses stop him. Nodding slowly forcing a smile you sat as he presented each item to you individually. He had taken old sweaters, socks, one of your pillows, a baby blanket you refused to get rid of, and one item you didn't recognize.

"Toby what's that?" You said pointing to a small metal chain that lay on the far side of the coffee table. He, impossibly, got more excited at this and held it out to you. "It's a n-necklace!" He said smiling ear to ear.

You gingerly picked it up before looking back up at Toby questionably. It was beautiful you had to admit, it was expensive looking and shined when it hit the light, the real cake topper though was the small circular tag that had 'T.R.' imprinted on it.

Toby's expression didn't change as you examined the accessory, "The 'T.R.' stands for Toby Rogers, do y-you love it?" You didn't respond and shakily handed it back. His face dropped as he took it, looking down at the necklace sadly.

"You do not lik-" he stopped mid sentence before he perked up as something clicked in his chaotic head, "Oh I'm s-such an idiot! You n-need help putting it o-on, don't you?" He said looking up at you with newfound energy.

You hesitated before nodding not sure if voicing your real feelings would be best right now. His eyes lit up like you made his week and in a way you had. He positioned himself behind you as he fastened the clips together. Toby reached over and began to fiddle with the tag admiring the letters expertly carved into the small metal disc. You felt a light blush brush your cheeks as his warm body stayed sat behind you not making any attempt to move.

You sat stiff as a board between Toby's legs with his arms wrapped around your body and his chin resting lazily against your shoulder. A thought came to mind as you looked over the pile of clothes and accessories he had stolen from you. "Why are you doing all this for me?" You said genuinely not understanding why he tried to befriend and help a stranger in a game he set up.

He chuckled slightly as he looked down at you. "You r-remind me of s-someone I loved." Toby paused petting your hair, "I just can't get you out of my head, I wish I didn't f-feel the same way about you that I did f-for her." He murmured pulling you closer against him by the collar.

You stiffened hearing the implication and attempted to turn your head to look at him while not giving an audible response. He laughed bitterly, "I hate myself your l-letting you make me feel t-this way..." He muttered as an arm snaked your neck giving the impression of choking. Toby laughed suddenly and tightened his grip. "But you love m-me too though, right?" You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out, you were paralyzed but really what could you do in this situation?

No, no, no, no. You chanted to yourself, this can't be happening. You felt stupid for not connecting the dots sooner, being all too focused on surviving to try and confirm your suspicions about Toby's emotions towards you. Now that you think of it, it all made sense, why else would he have tried so hard to befriend you. Let alone take you out of the twisted game you were destined to participate in?

His grip on your neck tightened again, "Right?" He repeated adding a small crazed laugh at the end. Again you kept quiet not sure if agreeing or disagreeing with him would make the situation any better. Toby recognized you weren't speaking on purpose but couldn't find the compassion to think why; you don't love him... His grip went limp as his demeanor became eerily calm.

"You k-know I really don't want to do this... but you need to l-learn you're place." He said in a monotone voice before he threw you to the ground and pinned your arms above your head.