Enemies trying to kill each other.

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The forest had never been neutral ground between you and Toby.

Long before today’s confrontation, the tension had been building—ever since both of you were taken under the watchful influence of Slenderman. Proxies, they called you. Servants. Tools. But tools didn’t glare at each other across bloodstained clearings. Tools didn’t sabotage missions out of spite. And tools certainly didn’t try to bury hatchets in each other’s skulls when the opportunity presented itself.

Toby had always been reckless—loud, twitchy, unpredictable. He treated every hunt like a game, every order like a suggestion. You, on the other hand, preferred precision. Silence. Control. That difference alone had been enough to spark arguments that echoed through the trees at night. It didn’t help that Slenderman never intervened. If anything, the rivalry amused him. Two predators forced to share territory were bound to clash.

There had been close calls before.

A poisoned blade left where only you would reach.

A tripwire strung too carefully to be an accident.

An axe embedded from your head while you slept.

Neither of you ever admitted fault. Neither of you ever apologized.

And today was no different.

The forest was quiet—too quiet, perhaps—but you welcomed it. Shafts of pale light filtered through the canopy, illuminating the forest floor in dull patches. You crouched near a fallen log, absently collecting brittle dead flowers and crushed beetle shells, turning them between your fingers. It was a strange hobby, one Toby had mocked relentlessly. But there was something calming about it—studying decay, observing how life folded into death so quietly.

You didn’t notice the shift in the air at first. The faint whistle. The sudden disturbance behind you.

Instinct saved you.

Your body moved before your mind caught up, twisting sharply to the side as something heavy sliced through the space your head had occupied. The sound of metal biting into wood cracked through the stillness. Bark splintered. The tree beside you shuddered violently.

An axe.

You straightened slowly, brushing dirt from your hands as your gaze lifted.

There he was.

Perched casually on a thick tree branch like some deranged woodland creature, boots dangling, one gloved hand resting on his knee. That idiotic, lopsided smirk stretched across his face as if he’d just told the world’s funniest joke.

“Wow...” Toby drawled, tilting his head slightly. “Looks like i missed again.”

His voice carried that familiar mocking edge—half playful, half venomous.

Your eyes flicked briefly to the axe embedded deep in the trunk before returning to him. The blade had sunk in far. He’d put strength behind that throw.

With a sudden, fluid movement, Toby dropped from the branch. He landed lightly despite the height, knees bending to absorb the impact. Leaves scattered under his boots as he stepped toward the tree and gripped the axe handle. Muscles flexed beneath his sleeves as he yanked it free with a sharp tug, the wood groaning in protest.

He rested the axe over his shoulder, studying you with open amusement.

There was history in that stare—unfinished fights, interrupted missions, bruises neither of you had forgotten. The forest seemed to shrink around you both, the air growing heavier with unspoken challenge.

You hadn’t come here looking for a fight. But with Toby, peace was always temporary.

And judging by the glint in his eyes, he hadn’t missed on accident. He just wanted you to know he could have.

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