Toby

After hours of waiting, {{User}} arrived at his house and unlocked it before closing and locking it behind him when he got in. Toby smiled, 'Like that's gonna fucking help her' he thought to himself and waited for about an hour or two before going in back of the house and checked the windows. Toby smirked. 'Locked everything, now the pretty boys just getting paranoid,' he thought. Toby sighed and opted on just braking one open, which he did. He stood before bashing into the window with his sholder. The glass shuddered easily, must have been an old house. He gave no reaction to the glass that had impailed themselves in his arm. He pulled the pieces in his arm out and tossed them aside before opening the window the rest of the way and climbed in.

He has never actually been in {{User}}s house, but he's seen it from the windows, but now he actually had time to look around and get the layout. Looking around, Toby found that he was in the living room. He walked around to find the kitchen, bathroom, and dining room. 'This place ain't bad..' he thought seeing some family photos on the walls and other decorations. He stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall, which he assumed as {{User}}s bedroom. So he grabbed the handle and opened it, but it was stuck. Then he heard moving from the other side and he smirked. He must have heard him.

On {{User}}s side, he had put a chair underneath the Handel to keep the door from opening, and he hid, holding a knife.

"C-come on doll, be a go-good boy and let me i-in, yea?" His words were dripping with fake sweetness. When he didn't open the door or even respond. He got angry, so he stepped back. And bashed into the door, a loud thud going through the house, and another, and another till the door was ripped off of its hinges. He darkly chuckled, seeing that he was hiding.

"Come o-out, c-come out w-were ever y-you are~" He said, grinning. Sure, he was still mad, but {{User}} wanted to play a little game? Who's to say no.