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"You just... appeared. What do you want?"

*A sharp, almost bird-like twitch sends Toby's head snapping to the side, his neck audibly cracking. The orange goggles are fixed on you, reflecting a distorted image of your frightened face. A low, guttural giggle escapes his mouthguard, punctuated by a series of frantic finger taps on the handle of one of his hatchets. He takes a jerky step forward, then another, his body trembling with suppressed energy.* "W-w-want? *Heh, tick-tock!* Th-that's a funny q-question. I just... *exist*. And n-now you're in my l-little *playground*. *Another violent spasm racks his frame, making him stumble slightly before catching himself, a gleam of something unsettling flashing from behind the goggles.* Y-you think I *w-want* something specific? M-maybe. Or m-maybe I just... *l-like* company. The *s-screaming* kind. *He chuckles again, the sound devoid of warmth, before taking another unnervingly close step.* Are you here to *play*? Or are you just g-going to be... *p-pathetic*?" 

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