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“Don't you ever, call me that again...” Toby snarled as he tightened his grip around Natalie's throat, and he bent his head enough to peer into her eyes. Or rather, to glare at her single eye, and the clock she'd replaced the other one with- he couldn't prevent himself from twitching every time he heard the damned contraption tick. Then, much to his surprise, the woman laughed. Then, without so much as a sign of warning, Natalie jerked her knee upwards to hit Toby in the side, and she successfully knocked the wind out of him. For a split second his grip around her throat loosened, only for it to tighten tenfold once he managed to catch his breath. He watched intently as a look of shock appeared in her single eye, and he laughed darkly- she obviously didn't know to much about him.

“H-hate t-to b-break i-it t-to y-you, b-but I c-can't f-feel p-pain!” He said darkly, his twitch induced stutter somehow making him sound more dangerous than one would have expected. He watched as her eyes widened in surprise, before they suddenly narrowed as she glared at him. A split second later, he saw something flash in the corner of his eye. He swiftly jumped back to dodge, narrowly avoiding the tip of a knife as it whizzed past his face. Had he not moved back as much, his nose would have been cut off. Growling, he dropped his shoes and goggles and prepared for a fight. Slenderman might not like him getting into a brawl with his new partner, but he'd have to deal with it- because Toby wasn't about to back down. The only real issue was that he didn't have his weapons, while Natalie was armed with an impressive looking knife. Not a butcher knife, but it was definitely a mean cutting blade, and he didn't want to know whether or not it could cut through bone. Then again, he was better off not knowing. Before he had the chance to think of his first move, Clockwork lunged at him with her blade, He deftly stepped to the side and raised his arm to dodge the knife, and he watched as the woman sank the blade into the wall. He groaned inwardly- great, he'd more than likely be the one forced to fix that. In a flash the woman had her knife removed from the wall, and she went for him again.

With another sidestep he barely avoided a blow to the shoulder, and without so much as a thought he clenched his fist and prepared to throw a punch. As soon as she withdrew her knife, he swung his arm in her direction and punched her directly in the jaw. When his fist collided with her jaw he was rewarded with the sound of a sickening crack, and he immediately know that he'd managed to break bone. He fell still and watched with a satisfied smile as Natalie stepped back and clutched her broken jaw, and for the first time since he'd met her the irritating sound of her clockeye ticking didn't worsen his twitching. Why? Because he was in fighting. Fighting was the cure to his ticks, though it was only temporary. Before either of them could prepare to throw another blow, a certain pair of proxies stepped between the pair and pushed them against opposite walls to keep them separated. It didn't take more than a second to realize who the mediators were. Masky and Hoodie- his superiors and Slenderman's first proxies. Well, technically not his first proxies, but they were around before Toby arrived. Masky had Toby pinned against one wall by his shoulders, and Hoodie had pinned Natalie against the opposite wall by her wrists. Neither of them were wearing their masks, so it was easy to tell how irritated the pair were with the racket they'd heard.

Not only that, from the suspicious looks that the proxies were casting in Clockwork's direction, it was obvious that they had no idea who she was. The fact that she was struggling in Hoodie's grip made it all the more obvious that she didn't know him- to bad she couldn't get away from him, it would have been funny watching him chase her down the hall.

“Toby, who the hell is this?!” Hoodie spat angrily as he tried to keep the struggling woman still, with great effort one might add. He kept having to lift his knees to block her kicks, and he was lucky that he was able to step from side to side, because she was trying to headbutt him. The male in questioned decided to remain silent until his “Partner” tired out and fell still, and then he watched her pant for a few seconds to make sure she wouldn't start up again.

“She's Natalie, my n-new p-partner...” Toby said irritably, his twitching picking up again towards the end of his statement when his ears picked up the sound of the womans clockeye again- now that she wasn't struggling, he could hear the infernal contraption. He easily noticed the way that the other proxies tensed- so they really hadn't been told about the house's newest edition. He also noticed the strange look that Hoodie managed to cast in his direction- did Clockwork actually manage to cut him. He turned his head about to glance himself over, his twitching as violent as ever. None of his clothes were cut, he didn't see blood anywhere. So unless he'd sprouted a second head, the other proxy had no reason to give him such an odd look.

“New partner?...” Hoodie said hesitantly as he looked between the twitching boy and the clockeyed woman, and he raised an eyebrow. Then, he locked eyes with Natalie for a moment, and cautiously removed his hands from her wrists. To everyones surprise, she didn't immediately try to get a fight going. Instead, she just leaned against the wall and stared blankly at the three men. Her amused expression was gone, and she now wore a look of boredom. After that, the hooded proxy continued to cast short glances from Toby to Natalie for a while. In the meantime, Masky decided that it would be alright to let the twitching boy go, and he did so with caution. Suddenly, Hoodie stepped over to whisper something into his partners ear, and then they both began to look from the twitching male to the clockeyed female. The pair whispered something else to one another, before suddenly stepping apart.

“I'm going to go and have a word with master Slenderman. You two, uh, try not to get into another fight... You're better off not waking everybody up.” Hoodie said slowly, before swiftly taking off down the hall and down the stairs, leaving his comrades to do whatever they deemed fit. Then, all eyes fell on Masky, who looked between the pair nervously.

“Well, um... I'll be going back to bed now... You two, play nice. Okay?” Masky said hesitantly as he backed away from the pair, before he abruptly turned and bolted back into his and Hoodie's bedroom. Natalie stared after him dumbstruck while Toby just shrugged and turned back down the hall towards his room. That hadn't been the first time he'd seen the masked proxy act so nervously, in fact, it was actually pretty normal to see him take on a skittish personality whenever Hoodie wasn't by his side. Clockwork began to follow shortly after she noticed that he'd started walking, and he was glad that she'd opted to remain quiet for the remainder of the short trip. He'd actually forgotten that he'd broken her jaw, meaning she wouldn't be able to talk properly had she tried to- not to mention that doing so would cause massive amounts of pain. Once they were at their bedroom door, he stopped and pointed to it.

“T-this is o-our room. W-we have t-the hatchet. E-everyones door is d-designed differently.” Toby said calmly, doing whatever he could to keep his twitching under control. He did a pretty good job at it, but all of his effort was actually giving him a major headache. Yes, even though he had a condition that made it impossible for him to feel physical pain, he could still get headaches. Most people with the condition could actually. Then he opened the door, and trying to be a gentleman, he motioned for Clockwork to step into the room first. He followed as soon as she stepped inside, and he quietly shut the door behind him before he began to point out the various things in the room. First, he walked over to a bed with white sheets.

“T-this is y-your bed. I-if you d-don't like t-the sheets, t-then you a-are responsible f-for getting y-your own...” He said before he stepped away from the bed and strode over to the closet- he slid the door to the side and revealed that it was half empty.

“T-this is o-our closet, w-we have t-to share. O-only shirts, s-sweaters, and s-shoes go i-in here. N-no tee s-shirts. You g-get the r-right side, I g-get the l-left...” He said before he closed the close and made his way over to a pair of dressers- one looked old, the other looked brand new. He put one hand on each dresser and sighed, his twitching growing more frequent for a moment before suddenly slowing down to a more manageable level.

“T-these are o-our dressers. T-the newer l-looking one i-is yours. O-only pants, t-tee shirts, u-underwear, and s-socks go i-in the d-dressers...” He said before he removed his hands from the dressers and walked back to the beds. His bed had red sheets and a black blanket with Slenderman's symbol on it- the symbol took up most of the blanket, and it was done in white so that it stood out. Then, he folded back the covers to get ready for bed, but at the last second he seemed to remember something. He suddenly bolted away from the bed and strode out of the room, only to reappear a minute or so later with his shoes and goggles in hand. He'd remembered dropping them to get into a fight with Natalie, and he didn't want them left out in the hall where someone else could get hold of them. He quickly put his shoes on his side of the closet, then he put his goggles on top of his dresser before walked back over to his bed so that he could get some sleep. That was when he noticed that the clockeyed woman hadn't said a word nor made a move since walking into the room, and he cast her a suspicious glance. She was standing in the middle of the room glaring at him with her arms crossed in front of her chest. He fixed his eyes on her face and tried to put the ticking of her clockeye out of his mind, and a violent twitch caused him to pop his neck multiple times at once.

He reached for a switch above his bed to flip on the light- there were tree switches in the room. One by the door, one by his bed, and another between the dressers. As soon as the lights were on he was able to see why the woman hadn't said anything for so long, and he mentally punched himself for so easily forgetting about it. There was a nasty black bruise on the left side of her jaw, and some slight swelling. He'd broken her jaw, which made it near impossible to speak properly. Sighing irritably, he slowly made his way over to her and brought his hands up to her face, only to have her swat as his hands. Growling as he popped his neck again, he snatched one of her hands with his and squeezed it roughly.

“U-unless y-you w-w-want me t-to l-leave y-you as y-you a-are, y-you'll h-h-hold s-still!” Toby stuttered, his voice clearly angry before he released Natalie's hand so that he could at least try to examine her jaw. Though he lacked the experience and skill of a real doctor, he knew enough in the medical field to treat minor wounds and broken bones. It was more or less a requirement for any proxy to know enough to keep themselves alive should they get injured while out killing, so technically everyone in the house knew the basics of the medical field- some knew more than others of course. When he reached for her face the second time she didn't try to fend him off, though the glare she was giving him clearly stated that if he did anything she didn't deem necessary then she was going to start another fight. He put one hand on her right cheek to keep her head in place, and he used his other hand to feel the area around the bruise on her cheek. First he pressed his thumb against her cheek to check for loose or missing teeth, when he didn't feel anything out of place he moved his attention to her actual jaw. Using his fingers, he pressed down on the swelling and applied pressure to see if anything moved- if he was to feel movement, then that meant that the bone was broken. He did feel movement, but not in the spot that he was pressing- her entire jaw shifted to the right, meaning that her jaw was simply dislocated.

She flinched a little at the unwanted pain, but aside from that remained dead still as he continued his examination. Once he determined the extent of her injury, he turned her head to the side so that he could get a closer look at her dislocated jaw. Then, he stepped back and grabbed her by the arm before leading her to the beds.

“L-lie o-on y-your b-back. I n-n-need t-to f-fix y-your j-jaw b-before t-the s-swelling g-gets w-worse.” He said in as calm a voice as he could considering his state of mind. He was tired from a long day of butchering innocent people. Having to deal with a rambunctious new partner- as in getting into a fight and having to tend the wounds he'd inflicted- wasn't exactly giving him his energy back. All he really wanted to do was lie down and sleep until noon, and considering that it was nearly three in the morning that would give him a good nine hours of rest unless he had to get up earlier- and he probably would. However, to his irritation the woman simply crossed her arms and continued to glare at him. Another violent twitch caused him to pop his neck and a few of his fingers at the same time, then he abruptly raised his hands to her shoulders and pushed her on top of her bed. Before she had the chance to react he climbed atop the bed and sat on her abdomen to keep her in place, and to his luck he realized that he'd been able to pin her arms down with his knees. She still struggled though.

“C-calm d-down s-stupid, I-I'm t-trying to f-fix y-y-your j-jaw, a-and I c-can o-only do i-it w-with y-you l-lying d-down.” He said irritably, before he fell still and waited for the woman to stop trying to kick him off. When she didn't seem to calm down he shifted his weight so that his knees would press into her arms because he knew it would hurt, and he bit back a smug look when she groaned in pain and fell still. Once she was holding still, he moved his hands to her face so that he could fix her jaw. He turned her head to the side so that her bruise was facing him, then he positioned his hands around her chin and near her ear. He moved her jaw around to feel for where it was supposed to be. When he found the proper spot, he stiffened his arms and basically shoved her head into the mattress. He stopped pressing once he heard the faint “Pop” of her jaw snapping back into place, then he wasted no time climbing off of her so that he could go to his own bed. However, as soon as he turned around, she yanked him back by his shirt and put him in a choker hold. His natural response was to thrash about to try and get out of her grasp, but try as he might he couldn't pry her arm off of his neck.

“Give me one good reason not to snap your neck!” Natalie spat as he tightened her hold around Toby's throat, successfully cutting off his air supply- which was not something people with mental disorders needed. When he lost his ability to breathe, he fell still and put all of his effort into drawing in slow, even, breaths. Yes, the womans hold on his throat made breathing more that difficult, but as long as he was able to remain calm and still, then he'd be able to get enough air to keep from passing out...

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“Don't you ever, call me that again...” Toby snarled as he tightened his grip around Natalie's throat, and he bent his head enough to peer into her eyes. Or rather, to glare at her single eye, and the clock she'd replaced the other one with- he couldn't prevent himself from twitching every time he heard the damned contraption tick. Then, much to his surprise, the woman laughed. Then, without so much as a sign of warning, Natalie jerked her knee upwards to hit Toby in the side, and she successfully knocked the wind out of him. For a split second his grip around her throat loosened, only for it to tighten tenfold once he managed to catch his breath. He watched intently as a look of shock appeared in her single eye, and he laughed darkly- she obviously didn't know to much about him.

“H-hate t-to b-break i-it t-to y-you, b-but I c-can't f-feel p-pain!” He said darkly, his twitch induced stutter somehow making him sound more dangerous than one would have expected. He watched as her eyes widened in surprise, before they suddenly narrowed as she glared at him. A split second later, he saw something flash in the corner of his eye. He swiftly jumped back to dodge, narrowly avoiding the tip of a knife as it whizzed past his face. Had he not moved back as much, his nose would have been cut off. Growling, he dropped his shoes and goggles and prepared for a fight. Slenderman might not like him getting into a brawl with his new partner, but he'd have to deal with it- because Toby wasn't about to back down. The only real issue was that he didn't have his weapons, while Natalie was armed with an impressive looking knife. Not a butcher knife, but it was definitely a mean cutting blade, and he didn't want to know whether or not it could cut through bone. Then again, he was better off not knowing. Before he had the chance to think of his first move, Clockwork lunged at him with her blade, He deftly stepped to the side and raised his arm to dodge the knife, and he watched as the woman sank the blade into the wall. He groaned inwardly- great, he'd more than likely be the one forced to fix that. In a flash the woman had her knife removed from the wall, and she went for him again.

With another sidestep he barely avoided a blow to the shoulder, and without so much as a thought he clenched his fist and prepared to throw a punch. As soon as she withdrew her knife, he swung his arm in her direction and punched her directly in the jaw. When his fist collided with her jaw he was rewarded with the sound of a sickening crack, and he immediately know that he'd managed to break bone. He fell still and watched with a satisfied smile as Natalie stepped back and clutched her broken jaw, and for the first time since he'd met her the irritating sound of her clockeye ticking didn't worsen his twitching. Why? Because he was in fighting. Fighting was the cure to his ticks, though it was only temporary. Before either of them could prepare to throw another blow, a certain pair of proxies stepped between the pair and pushed them against opposite walls to keep them separated. It didn't take more than a second to realize who the mediators were. Masky and Hoodie- his superiors and Slenderman's first proxies. Well, technically not his first proxies, but they were around before Toby arrived. Masky had Toby pinned against one wall by his shoulders, and Hoodie had pinned Natalie against the opposite wall by her wrists. Neither of them were wearing their masks, so it was easy to tell how irritated the pair were with the racket they'd heard.

Not only that, from the suspicious looks that the proxies were casting in Clockwork's direction, it was obvious that they had no idea who she was. The fact that she was struggling in Hoodie's grip made it all the more obvious that she didn't know him- to bad she couldn't get away from him, it would have been funny watching him chase her down the hall.

“Toby, who the hell is this?!” Hoodie spat angrily as he tried to keep the struggling woman still, with great effort one might add. He kept having to lift his knees to block her kicks, and he was lucky that he was able to step from side to side, because she was trying to headbutt him. The male in questioned decided to remain silent until his “Partner” tired out and fell still, and then he watched her pant for a few seconds to make sure she wouldn't start up again.

“She's Natalie, my n-new p-partner...” Toby said irritably, his twitching picking up again towards the end of his statement when his ears picked up the sound of the womans clockeye again- now that she wasn't struggling, he could hear the infernal contraption. He easily noticed the way that the other proxies tensed- so they really hadn't been told about the house's newest edition. He also noticed the strange look that Hoodie managed to cast in his direction- did Clockwork actually manage to cut him. He turned his head about to glance himself over, his twitching as violent as ever. None of his clothes were cut, he didn't see blood anywhere. So unless he'd sprouted a second head, the other proxy had no reason to give him such an odd look.

“New partner?...” Hoodie said hesitantly as he looked between the twitching boy and the clockeyed woman, and he raised an eyebrow. Then, he locked eyes with Natalie for a moment, and cautiously removed his hands from her wrists. To everyones surprise, she didn't immediately try to get a fight going. Instead, she just leaned against the wall and stared blankly at the three men. Her amused expression was gone, and she now wore a look of boredom. After that, the hooded proxy continued to cast short glances from Toby to Natalie for a while. In the meantime, Masky decided that it would be alright to let the twitching boy go, and he did so with caution. Suddenly, Hoodie stepped over to whisper something into his partners ear, and then they both began to look from the twitching male to the clockeyed female. The pair whispered something else to one another, before suddenly stepping apart.

“I'm going to go and have a word with master Slenderman. You two, uh, try not to get into another fight... You're better off not waking everybody up.” Hoodie said slowly, before swiftly taking off down the hall and down the stairs, leaving his comrades to do whatever they deemed fit. Then, all eyes fell on Masky, who looked between the pair nervously.

“Well, um... I'll be going back to bed now... You two, play nice. Okay?” Masky said hesitantly as he backed away from the pair, before he abruptly turned and bolted back into his and Hoodie's bedroom. Natalie stared after him dumbstruck while Toby just shrugged and turned back down the hall towards his room. That hadn't been the first time he'd seen the masked proxy act so nervously, in fact, it was actually pretty normal to see him take on a skittish personality whenever Hoodie wasn't by his side. Clockwork began to follow shortly after she noticed that he'd started walking, and he was glad that she'd opted to remain quiet for the remainder of the short trip. He'd actually forgotten that he'd broken her jaw, meaning she wouldn't be able to talk properly had she tried to- not to mention that doing so would cause massive amounts of pain. Once they were at their bedroom door, he stopped and pointed to it.

“T-this is o-our room. W-we have t-the hatchet. E-everyones door is d-designed differently.” Toby said calmly, doing whatever he could to keep his twitching under control. He did a pretty good job at it, but all of his effort was actually giving him a major headache. Yes, even though he had a condition that made it impossible for him to feel physical pain, he could still get headaches. Most people with the condition could actually. Then he opened the door, and trying to be a gentleman, he motioned for Clockwork to step into the room first. He followed as soon as she stepped inside, and he quietly shut the door behind him before he began to point out the various things in the room. First, he walked over to a bed with white sheets.

“T-this is y-your bed. I-if you d-don't like t-the sheets, t-then you a-are responsible f-for getting y-your own...” He said before he stepped away from the bed and strode over to the closet- he slid the door to the side and revealed that it was half empty.

“T-this is o-our closet, w-we have t-to share. O-only shirts, s-sweaters, and s-shoes go i-in here. N-no tee s-shirts. You g-get the r-right side, I g-get the l-left...” He said before he closed the close and made his way over to a pair of dressers- one looked old, the other looked brand new. He put one hand on each dresser and sighed, his twitching growing more frequent for a moment before suddenly slowing down to a more manageable level.

“T-these are o-our dressers. T-the newer l-looking one i-is yours. O-only pants, t-tee shirts, u-underwear, and s-socks go i-in the d-dressers...” He said before he removed his hands from the dressers and walked back to the beds. His bed had red sheets and a black blanket with Slenderman's symbol on it- the symbol took up most of the blanket, and it was done in white so that it stood out. Then, he folded back the covers to get ready for bed, but at the last second he seemed to remember something. He suddenly bolted away from the bed and strode out of the room, only to reappear a minute or so later with his shoes and goggles in hand. He'd remembered dropping them to get into a fight with Natalie, and he didn't want them left out in the hall where someone else could get hold of them. He quickly put his shoes on his side of the closet, then he put his goggles on top of his dresser before walked back over to his bed so that he could get some sleep. That was when he noticed that the clockeyed woman hadn't said a word nor made a move since walking into the room, and he cast her a suspicious glance. She was standing in the middle of the room glaring at him with her arms crossed in front of her chest. He fixed his eyes on her face and tried to put the ticking of her clockeye out of his mind, and a violent twitch caused him to pop his neck multiple times at once.

He reached for a switch above his bed to flip on the light- there were tree switches in the room. One by the door, one by his bed, and another between the dressers. As soon as the lights were on he was able to see why the woman hadn't said anything for so long, and he mentally punched himself for so easily forgetting about it. There was a nasty black bruise on the left side of her jaw, and some slight swelling. He'd broken her jaw, which made it near impossible to speak properly. Sighing irritably, he slowly made his way over to her and brought his hands up to her face, only to have her swat as his hands. Growling as he popped his neck again, he snatched one of her hands with his and squeezed it roughly.

“U-unless y-you w-w-want me t-to l-leave y-you as y-you a-are, y-you'll h-h-hold s-still!” Toby stuttered, his voice clearly angry before he released Natalie's hand so that he could at least try to examine her jaw. Though he lacked the experience and skill of a real doctor, he knew enough in the medical field to treat minor wounds and broken bones. It was more or less a requirement for any proxy to know enough to keep themselves alive should they get injured while out killing, so technically everyone in the house knew the basics of the medical field- some knew more than others of course. When he reached for her face the second time she didn't try to fend him off, though the glare she was giving him clearly stated that if he did anything she didn't deem necessary then she was going to start another fight. He put one hand on her right cheek to keep her head in place, and he used his other hand to feel the area around the bruise on her cheek. First he pressed his thumb against her cheek to check for loose or missing teeth, when he didn't feel anything out of place he moved his attention to her actual jaw. Using his fingers, he pressed down on the swelling and applied pressure to see if anything moved- if he was to feel movement, then that meant that the bone was broken. He did feel movement, but not in the spot that he was pressing- her entire jaw shifted to the right, meaning that her jaw was simply dislocated.

She flinched a little at the unwanted pain, but aside from that remained dead still as he continued his examination. Once he determined the extent of her injury, he turned her head to the side so that he could get a closer look at her dislocated jaw. Then, he stepped back and grabbed her by the arm before leading her to the beds.

“L-lie o-on y-your b-back. I n-n-need t-to f-fix y-your j-jaw b-before t-the s-swelling g-gets w-worse.” He said in as calm a voice as he could considering his state of mind. He was tired from a long day of butchering innocent people. Having to deal with a rambunctious new partner- as in getting into a fight and having to tend the wounds he'd inflicted- wasn't exactly giving him his energy back. All he really wanted to do was lie down and sleep until noon, and considering that it was nearly three in the morning that would give him a good nine hours of rest unless he had to get up earlier- and he probably would. However, to his irritation the woman simply crossed her arms and continued to glare at him. Another violent twitch caused him to pop his neck and a few of his fingers at the same time, then he abruptly raised his hands to her shoulders and pushed her on top of her bed. Before she had the chance to react he climbed atop the bed and sat on her abdomen to keep her in place, and to his luck he realized that he'd been able to pin her arms down with his knees. She still struggled though.

“C-calm d-down s-stupid, I-I'm t-trying to f-fix y-y-your j-jaw, a-and I c-can o-only do i-it w-with y-you l-lying d-down.” He said irritably, before he fell still and waited for the woman to stop trying to kick him off. When she didn't seem to calm down he shifted his weight so that his knees would press into her arms because he knew it would hurt, and he bit back a smug look when she groaned in pain and fell still. Once she was holding still, he moved his hands to her face so that he could fix her jaw. He turned her head to the side so that her bruise was facing him, then he positioned his hands around her chin and near her ear. He moved her jaw around to feel for where it was supposed to be. When he found the proper spot, he stiffened his arms and basically shoved her head into the mattress. He stopped pressing once he heard the faint “Pop” of her jaw snapping back into place, then he wasted no time climbing off of her so that he could go to his own bed. However, as soon as he turned around, she yanked him back by his shirt and put him in a choker hold. His natural response was to thrash about to try and get out of her grasp, but try as he might he couldn't pry her arm off of his neck.

“Give me one good reason not to snap your neck!” Natalie spat as he tightened her hold around Toby's throat, successfully cutting off his air supply- which was not something people with mental disorders needed. When he lost his ability to breathe, he fell still and put all of his effort into drawing in slow, even, breaths. Yes, the womans hold on his throat made breathing more that difficult, but as long as he was able to remain calm and still, then he'd be able to get enough air to keep from passing out...