Toby had came across a group of teen hippies who had decided camping out in the forest would be a fun idea, whatever they have been smoking must of been pretty good for any one to agree to that idea. This is just what he needed to get his mind off things. Toby started by walking to the middle of the camp sight, twirling both of his hatchets in his hands. He looked over the group of teens who looked at him in confusion. "Hello... and g-goodbye." He said with a deranged chuckle before he kicked up some dirt that put out the camp's fire causing the camp sight to fall into complete darkness. The sounds of screams echoed out through the woods along side with the sound of bones being cracked and blood spilling on the hard ground. After ten minutes only one teen was half alive. His leg had been broken from catching the blunt side of Toby's hatchet to his knee and he was crawling desperately to get away, but sadly Toby stopped him by bring his steel platted boot down onto the teen's other leg. "OH GOD!!" The teen yelled as he rolled over onto his back, gripping his newly shattered knee cap. He looked up at Toby, tears of both pain and fear swelling in his eyes, before shouting at the teen killer. "WHY!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" Toby kneeled down next to the boy, placed the barrel of his shotgun into the teen's mouth and shrugged. "I had a b-bad night." He said coldly before pulling the trigger. A bang accompanied by a loud wet pop rang out through the woods before the sight of Toby, now caked in blood, could be seen walking through the woods, humming slightly and a occasional jerk of his hand.