You walked down the vast extent of the mansions hallways, your vision went from focused to blurry constantly. You were looking for something, someone that would make you feel better.
Some way to make you feel better.
Your right hand clenched and released at you side, your left hand held your pounding head as you stumbled along the highway with a smile on your face.
You began laughing for no reason, your heart felt so weightless,but you head was clouded in negativity and death wishes. Your shoulder shook as you fell into a wall and leaned your forehead on it gasping for breath between your manic laughter. You felt tears roll down your cheeks as you pounded your fist on the wall almost screaming, the air itself seemed heavy and full of guilt and regret.
You had a vision of Masky getting pulled back into the mansion out of your vision before blood splattered out of the room and into you. Your laughter settled into silence as you pulled yourself away from the wall and continued walking down the hallways.
You found yourself In front of a very familiar room, your fingers traced down the door to the doorknob and you twisted the cool metal opening the door and entering the room.
Toby sat on a bed in the corned gripping his mask in one hand and the other held his head as he cried. You didn't feel sadness, you felt a morbid curiosity as you neared him, your head tilted as you stood on the edge of the room. His head popped up and he made eye contact with you, tears fell from his eyes as he hung his head in shame.
You walked over to Toby and straddled him, pulling your hands to his face and wiping away the tears with dull fingers. Your hands found their way to his throat as you pushed him down onto the bed and tightened your fingers around his throat strangling him.
Toby looked remotely uncomfortable from the pressure and he gasped for air, it made you want to see how he'd react to more pressure, he couldn't feel pain. You knew he was scared, his heart pounded and he shut his eyes tightly his teeth gritting as he held your hands in place on his throat. He wanted you to kill him.
You chuckled darkly.
" you know you can't die " it was almost funny how much he seemed to want it. You laughed as you tightened your grip, " none of us can die, he won't let us! Isn't it funny?!" You cried out.
Toby responded by opening his eyes and flinching as you laughed, he was acting like the Toby you use to know.
This made you mad.
His hands shook as he held your hands in place he whimpered and his movement began to slow, you counted out loud, you heard it takes at most ten seconds for a person to knock out, twenty and they're dead. " 9. 10..." Toby's eyes shut and his hands loosened as he fell into a unknown sleep. You stayed on top of him your grip tightening and your expression became angry and disgusted " I expected more of a fight from you."
You watched Toby's face as he was passed out.
You were closing in on twenty seconds.
His heart was beginning to slow and his breaths were taking longer to come in. His hair fell across his face the same way you alway knew, some scars littered his face from the car crash but only few. His mask fell from his fingers and you noticed his goggles is the corner, the hatchets on the wall.
" twenty " you whispered airily as his heart stopped. You let go of his throat and got off of him, it was only a matter of time before he woke up again to the reality he so desperately wanted to escape from. You shook your head at his vain attempts to die.
You reached your hand out and pushed some hair away from his eyes before walking out of the room.
Next job was Masky and Jeff.