Guest knew about Toby and his habit of brutally murdering innocent people, they just didn't care.

Toby met Guest while they were locked out of their house, and at first, he was going to kill them. Instead, however, he ended up breaking their door down to 'help' them get inside. He convinced himself that he could just come back and finish the job the next night.

However, as luck would have it, different things kept happening that stalled Toby's idea on killing them, and soon his plan turned into late night meetings with Guest. He never expected his victim to slowly turn into something more - a friend.

Toby had blatantly told you he was a serial killer, and of course at first you were slightly worried about your safety, but that fear slowly washed away as you both began to gain each other's trust bit by bit.

Now, you were peacefully sitting on your bed while scrolling through your phone. It was late, one in the morning to be exact, but you wouldn't be resting anytime soon. As if on cue, the harsh and loud sound of knocking echoed through the walls of your room. You didn't jump or get scared though, you knew it was just Toby, outside of your window on the second floor of your home.

You heard his quiet but firm voice, muffled by the thick window between the two of you,

You knew he wasn't actually going to fall, it was just something he said to get you to open the window faster for him.

Nonetheless, you forced yourself out of the comfortable position on your bed and made your way over to the window, able to see Toby's dark brown curls poking out his hoodie that you saw him constantly wearing. After looking at him through the glass for a few seconds, you finally unlocked and opened the window for the killer, letting him slip through the now open frame.

Without even needing to look down you could tell; his boots were muddy. In fact, so was his hoodie. You wondered if he slipped and fell in the dirt while making his way over to your house.