Bing

“G͓̽u͓̽y͓̽s͓̽, h͓̽e͓̽'s͓̽ u͓̽p͓̽l͓̽o͓̽a͓̽d͓̽e͓̽d͓̽ a͓̽g͓̽a͓̽i͓̽n͓̽!” BEN called out, to which the Pasta's gathered around.

They opened the video, revealing a less enthusiastic looking Toby. “Day two, I am currently, uh, working with $126.96, and, it is, uh, the-" He looked down to his wrist, "Eighteenth of June, twenty-sixteen, and it is half past ten in the morning, I have had a coffee, and a biscuit. I slept funny last night, my arm doesn't move properly; like it's dead. Life is hard, but, I guess that's what makes it more rewarding. Everyone has set backs and challenges, but, I guess that just makes us work, to see if we really care enough to change it, you know?"

He sighed getting out an orange tinted bottle, taking some of the pills, "My name literally means someone who tailors clothes. It's nothing fancy, like "God is Good" or "Peace" but, I'm not going to let that define me, you know, you're actions and intentions define you, you're identity, what you label yourself as, is what really starts your definition, and, you just got to let it blossom from there, really. Just, no one lose hope out there, because when you really push on through, the end result is worth it."

And with that, it ended.

"D-Did he have my pills?" Tim muttered.