TobyHasAUniqueSoul

operator, operator can you hear me? can you see me? can you feel me? operator, operator no one loves me, please come find me will you take me? operator, operator will you eat me? will you slay me? will you hurt me? operator, operator can you hear me crying? Can you see me cutting? Can you feel my pain? operator, operator please devour, please consume, please, just kill me operator, operator now he's found me.

Tim and Jay have been arguing a lot lately, argue after argue. They were both sitting in their hotel room. "Stop smoking!" Jay glared at Tim, "Why?" Tim asked, blowing out a puff of smoke. "Because it'll kill you." Jay rolled his eyes, as if it was obvious. Which it was. "Whatever, I don't care." Tim shrugged, Jay groaned and walked into the bathroom. After Jay didn't come out for a little while, Tim let his curiosity get the best of him. So he got up and went to the bathroom. He knocked on the door and there wasn't a response, so he let nature take over and he opened the door. "Hey, Jay. Whoa Jay!" Tim saw Jay on the ground, hugging his kne

In a house filled with murderers, psychopaths and general crazy bastards, you wouldn't really expect there to be much shallow romantic drama. And, for the most part, there isn't. Though, recently Toby has realized that he has a huge crush on the craziest bastard there is; Jeff the killer. Toby isn't one to shy away from his feelings or live in denial, so it didn't take him long to admit to himself that he really liked the psychotic teen, even if Jeff's never particularly friendly towards him. He can't quite put his finger on what exactly it is about Jeff that he finds so appealing. Maybe it's the whole 'bad boy' thing he's got going on, or ma