Whenever anyone asked if He was your dad; you’d always answer as simply as possible. Yea. He was.

But in truth, Toby wasn’t your dad in any form other then he took care of you. Before you met Toby, when you were younger, you lived with your dad, who was truly abusive. And Toby, being the bi-polar psychopath that you knew him as, killed him. You never found out why Toby did it.

Toby was supposed to kill you too. He told you this multiple times with no emotion. The only reason he didn’t? You didn’t know. Maybe he saw a bit of his old self in you. maybe he didn’t want you snitching on him.

So he took you away with him, oh poor younger you. It was a rocky relationship at first. He kept you in a basement with no matress or anything and barely talked; only visiting you to bring you food.

But Toby slowly warmed up to you. Not that he’d show it. He took you with him when his boss moved him from the area, and you were taken with him as he and his other colleagues were all forced into a spacious old rackety cabin. You and Toby shared rooms, because the other Proxies wouldn’t find it fair, and they were already tolerating you as it was.

And as they rooted themselves down in this forest, Toby took care of you somewhat; not that he really knew how to do that. Sure, he sometimes said mildly affectionate things like ‘your a good child’ but it was clear he hd no idea how to take care of you. So, the three other proxies, Masky, Hoodie and Kate helped. Kate made you sandwiches every now and then, and she’d sometimes help you do your hair. Hoodie make sure you didn’t get in trouble or annoyed anyone, and sometimes he’d take you on his missions while he stalked people. Masky for the most part just ignored you. But sometimes he’d rough house with you, or tell you old stories about the ‘olden days’ of his.

Of course, it never really filled the void of not having parents. You were in the living room, on the blood stained couch, watching ‘Friends’ on the old tv. Toby sat next to you, on his phone.