I sat slumped against the wall on a small fold-up chair while staring up blankly at the ceiling. My mind was racing nonstop with the events that had happened during the day, leaving me a state of almost complete shock.

A sharp twinge of pain surged through my body every-time I was again hit with the realization that the other proxies were dead...and that Toby...fucking Rogers killed them...

I grit my teeth thinking of that traitorous piece of shit I once called my comrade. My mind then flows from thinking about Rouge, to Kate, then to my closest ally and friend, Hoodie. I clench my one good hand tightly and hold back an exasperated scream.

I wished I was dead. Why ...just why couldn't he have killed me too? It's like he wanted me to live and suffer with the memories of what he did. Sitting in this dingy cell room with only the darkness and my tormenting thoughts was a punishment worse than death. Hoodie, Kate, and Rouge got off easy.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach contact with SlenderMan, either. I gave up anyways, after he didn't even show up when the proxies were being murdered, or when half my arm was hacked off by Toby. SlenderMan is connected with us in a complex, deeply ingrained system—he should've felt when his proxies were being slaughtered. Didn't he feel the loss of connection? Didn't he see or know anything?? What the hell is happening...?

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear loud, quick footsteps approaching down the hallway outside of my room. I suck up all my emotions and pain and display the same blank, unbothered expression I managed to keep on all day when I was around other people.

No matter how much they coaxed, argued, or threatened me, I will not reveal anything about me or the others. My pride as a proxy was too strong, even if everything has seemed to shatter to pieces in just 24 hours. Even if I was the only loyal one left... I will remain silent.

I hear the door being tampered with and see the blurry figure of a night guard through the blinding glass. The door eventually opens and the guard walks in; they motion for me to get up and come up to them. I remain uncooperative as I had all day long, and refuse to get up from the chair I was in. The guard waited in silence before stepping up to me and forcefully grabbing me up off the chair and shoving me forwards out of the room.

Why the unnecessary force? Why can't they just leave me alone for the night...

The guard continuously pushed me down the hall, and directed me into another area. At the end of this hall, they direct me to a door and pushes it open, leading us to the outside of the facility.

I badly wanted to retaliate and completely overpower this bastard, knowing very well I usually could because of what I was, but it feels as if all my energy and will to act had been sucked out of me, and now I'm nothing but a walking husk of waste.

I start to get suspicious as to where this single guard was taking me, as they had begun pushing me into the lot outside of the facility and we're now heading towards this lone car that was parked far off from the other police vehicles. I slightly turn my head to look back at the guard in wariness.

"...Where......are you....taking me...." I uttered lowly, my voice sounding hoarse from not having spoken since last when I was confronted by Toby.

"To your death, y-y-you fucking tra-a-itor."

Before I could react to the familiar voice, I find myself being shoved forwards straight into the car. I slam into the side, and my head smashes against the glass of the window, resulting in the loud sound of a crack spreading across the sheet.

I slide down the side of the car with my eyes widened and my mouth gaped open as I feel blood beginning to trickle down my face. My heart races as I turn and see the "guard" stalking up to me while flinging the uniform hat off of his head and revealing the familiar hair and face of Toby.

With his teeth barred, Toby looks like he's readying his fist for me and I quickly pull my arms up over my face as he comes and repeatedly rams his knuckles into me, trying to clock me square in the head.

Despite blocking the hits while remaining curled on the ground trying to defend myself from his desperate punches, I still felt very weak, both physically and mentally and each punch took more and more of a toll on me. Not to mention, the fact that half my right arm was gone and the pain was still so terrible from emergency surgery made defending myself difficult.

I eventually feel the punches stop and hesitantly move my arms from my face but I feel Toby kick me aside and I hear him swinging open the car door. Next he's grabbing me by the back of my collar and forcefully trying to stuff my into the car.

I grit my teeth and try actually fight him back this time but my lack of strength, connection, and the fact he had the upper hand all made my attempts futile and I end up getting thrown in.

'Toby has gone completely mad...' I think as he climbs over me and begins tying cloth around my mouth to shut me up and rope around my arms (yes, forcing my disabled arm into an excruciating position to be held against my other) and legs, then he backed out of the back and slammed the door shut.

He gets into the front seat and starts the car, then I see from my laid position through the window that it looks like we're driving through the wired fences to get out. I flinch hearing the loud crash and the swerve of the tires as he speeds out of the penitentiary and eventually onto a main road.

"Just you-u wait..." I heard Toby growl lowly, his head not once turning from focusing on the road. "I'll kill y-y-you for wha-at you did...you piece o-f shit..."

I stare at him with burning hatred growing inside of me as I try and figure out who the fuck does he think he is?

'What I did??? What about what you did?! You murdered the other proxies, YOU!'

I tried to scream at him in muffled shouts but the cloth in my mouth didn't help.

After what feels like forever of being driven around, the car starts shaking slightly as if we were starting to drive off-road. He eventually brings the car to an abrupt stop and I nearly roll off of the seat.

Toby hurriedly steps out of the front and rips open the back door again; this time I see a gun clutched in his hand. I start desperately shouting at him again but alas, the binds on my mouth kept me from saying anything decipherable, and he roughly grabs me by my collar, dragging me out of the car.

As I hit the ground, I see we're in some wooded area but it's not the same woods we know. Toby mercilessly drags me over dirt, rocks, branches, and just about all the painful things possibly littered on the ground until the setting turns into a dark clearing.

Toby slams me against a tree and I feel my good arm graze against the bark, probably drawing more blood out of me. Toby kneels before me, pressing the nozzle of the gun against my temple and he tilts his head; I look at his face and see it's wet from probably tears, along with his red, bloodshot eyes and a black substance seeping from underneath his bangs.

"Ma-a-s-k-ky..." Toby uttered in a shaky voice. His tics seemed more interfering than usual. "Why'd you d—do it? Why...what di-i—I don't underst-st—..."

Toby trailed off, seemingly getting aggravated with his frequent stuttering and sighs heavily. He uses his free hand to rip the cloth from my mouth and tosses it aside. I immediately take the chance to let loose on him.

"Why did I do what?? What did I do, huh!? What did I do that was so bad to make you think you had the right to go out of your way and kill the others?? What kind of fucked up justification is there Toby?? Because now everyone's dead because of you!"

I had started choking up on my own words and quickly lower my head, panting, feeling my eyes tearing up again.

God I so badly wanted Toby to just DIE...

"You're b-b-blaming me...when I wasn-n't even with you?? ..."

Toby trailed off again, yet this time it didn't seem to be because of his tics. His eyes drifted aside as if he's come to a sudden realization of something.

"You...you can kill me all you want. But this is all your fault. You murdered them. Blaming me or killing me wont take away your guilt. You deserve to die...you deserve for Slender to discard you. You're worthless Rogers, you hear me? You're fucking filth—!"

"It wasn't y-you, was it."

I blink at him, half disgusted, half unsure of how to respond to his blatant, out of place question. If my limbs weren't tied, I would've used my one good arm to murder this dumbass.

"It's likely..." Toby seems to start speaking more to himself as he slowly removes the gun from my head, "I didn't w-want to even consider this an o-outcome but y-you're acting as if I was w-w-with you guys...you blind sh-shitheads must've mixed me up with that...that k-kid that looks like me—my doppelgänger... No fucking way that ou—outsider could've faked as me and done it—I e-expected them to be dead!"

I notice Toby had begun shaking and his eyes widen, giving him a panicked appearance. I wasn't sure how to react—all I wanted to do was scream at him about Hoodie and Rogue and Kate—figure out why he'd slaughtered them. Figure out what the hell is the matter with him??

"Mas-s-sky..." Toby stammered, his eyes barely meeting my livid gaze, "it w-wasn't me...whoever you saw posing as me...it's not who you-u think it is...I swear..."

His voice cracked and he clenched his fist, trying to gather his words before continuing in a much darker, angrier tone, "I swear t-to you Masky. The one that killed Hoodie...Kate...Rouge...I know wh-who they are. They're an imposter...and we-e have to b-bring them down b-before they hurt anyone else..."

I narrowed my eyes and stare at him for a long while in silence, trying to process what he said. He couldn't be joking, could he? Not over something like this? I let out a chuckle of revulsion and lean my head back against the tree, feeling I just may be at my absolute breaking point now. May as well let Toby humor me for the last time with his pathetic, stupid excuse.

"What the fuck do you mean imposter?" I inquired, my voice now nonchalant. "Explain everything to me from the beginning then, since you weren't the one behind all of this. Tell me alllll about your little imposter."