Broken. That's the only word that could describe him.

He used to have a sister. He loved her. She was his world. Until a terrible accident happened.

It was his birthday, and she wanted to take him out somewhere special. He reluctantly agreed. As she was driving, her brother in the passenger seat next to her was lying his head on the cool glass watching as the trees passed.

She wasn't paying attention to the road. She didn't notice the truck up ahead on the wrong side of the road. He immediately perks up.

"LYRA!!!" He screamed, scaring his sister and making her swirl the old car. The truck hit her side of the car. He was thrown against the car's door as it flipped upside down.

"L-Lyra?!" He got no response. He struggled to get the seatbelt off, but managed to do so. He hit the ceiling of the car. He didn't feel the pain due to one of the many disorders he had. He twitched and ticked as he crawled over to see if his sister was okay.

The sight before him was absolutely horrifying.

His sister's body was mangled, far from fixable. Her stomach was caved in, glass piercing her skin. Her clothes were torn, blood trickling down her arms, legs, and face.

"Lyra!"

"I... Love you........ To...by..." She wheezed. She gave the weakest smile he had ever seen, but it was the sincerest. She shut her eyes and her head fell to the side as she took her last breath.

"L-Lyra?! NO! W-WAKE UP! PLEASE! PLEASE L-LYRA! THIS HAS TO BE S-SOME SICK JOKE!" He screeched. He felt something wet go down his cheek. It wasn't blood. It was something else.

A tear. Another fell, and another. Soon he was sobbing, yelling and screeching for his sister to wake up. He all just wanted this to be a dream. A nightmare. He wanted this to be some sick joke. Soon he passed out due to blood loss.

He woke up in a room. The walls and tiled floor were both a shade of a milky, pale white. He heard footsteps outside. The door opened to reveal a woman, short brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. She was a woman with kind intentions. Never to hurt anyone on purpose. She was his mother. She was the second person he had cared for most. Then there was a man beside her. Blonde hair, tousled and a mess. The man's intentions were completely different than the woman's. He loved to hurt others, especially if they were weaker than he. He was the boy's father. If you could call him that. No 'father' should ever hurt their family. He hated the man.

"Oh, Toby..." His mother said as she walked up to him and embraced him tightly in a hug, which he gladly returned.

"Mom..." He whimpered softly. She pet his hair.

"Shh, its okay baby. Its okay." He glanced to his 'father'. The man glared at him, mouthing 'disgrace'.

A couple days later he was free to leave the hospital. He was happy to leave that hell-hole. He sat in the backseat of the car behind his mother. He watched the trees as they drove by back home. Only his mother had come to pick him up from the hospital. She made sure to not take the road where the accident had happened. Once they had got back home, he got out of the car and shut the door. He opened his mother's for her. She thanked him and gave him a kiss on the top of the head after he shut the door. He gave her a small smile she knew was fake, but decided it was better if she left him alone about it. They entered the house. The small home had reeked of alcohol. The reason why was because his father drank. When he drank, he became angry. So he'd hurt others near him. Usually it was him who got hurt because of one of his disorders called congenital insensitivity to anhidrosis, otherwise called CIPA for short.

His family used to all be happy. His family didn't always have an abusive father. His father used to love both his children and wife. Until one day when he came home. He had bought beer after he had went to a bar one night. Ever since he was hooked to the disgusting liquid, even using empty bottles to harm his family sometimes. If he was feeling 'nice' he would only usually throw them to the floor or beat them mercilessly. He shuddered and shook off the memories.

"I'm g-going to m-my room, mom." His mother nods as he acends the stairs to his room.

It wasn't much. The walls were a deep, royal blue with brown carpeted floor. There was a dresser against the wall, the drawers facing his twin-sized bed. He had a nightstand on the left side of his bed. It was full of emptied pill bottles he never bothered to take out and throw away. On top of the wooden structure was a picture. It was one of him and his sister. She and he were smiling happily, her with her arm draped around her younger brother's shoulder. Her dirty blonde hair was up in a ponytail as it always was, her lilypad green colored eyes staring into the camera. She had been wearing her favorite dark green long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans.

His hair was a tousled mess, chocolate brown eyes staring into the camera distantly. He had a small smile placed on his lips. He had been wearing his favorite hoodie. It was a light, creamy colored brown, with a dark chocolate brown striped pattern. The hood was a dark blue. He had also been wearing his favorite jeans and pair of beat-up tennis shoes. His head was tilted slightly to the left, barely noticeable. He looked up at the other pictures hanging from the wall. Then he looked to the windowsill. It was big enough for a person to sit on. He remembered always making his sister watch whenever there was a storm with him. He smiled faintly. There was also a small mirror by the dresser. He looks into it. There was a huge gash on the left side of his cheek. He looks away immediately.

Freak.

Oh no..

You killed the only person you truly cared about.

"Shut up.." He hisses in a low voice. The voices obey after mumbling something he didn't hear. He sits on the windowsill and looks outside. There was a school you could see if you looked out in the right angle.

He looked out at the old school. It was a middle school. The middle school he went to before he was took out due to bullying. The kids would always tease and taunt him for his twitching, stuttering and ticking. He watched as kids talked to each other and laughed as they waited for their rides to get home. He pulls his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms tightly around them.

"TOBY!" He yelps and falls off the windowsill with a loud thud. His door immediately opens.

"Oh jesus! I'm so sorry baby!! I didn't mean to frighten you! Are you alright?!" He gets up and off the floor.

"I'm alright." He replies. She nods.

"Dinner's ready," she says. He nods. She always made dinner early. He never knew why, but he never minded. He sighs quietly and follows his mother downstairs. He sits next to his father. He looks over to his father. He then looks back down at the wooden table. Food is placed in front of him.

"Thank you.." He mumbles. His mother nods and kisses the top of his head before sitting across from him. He eats only part of his food, not being very hungry.

"Toby? Aren't you hungry?" He shakes his head as a no.

"Oh, alright. You can go to your room if you'd like." He nods and gets up. He goes upstairs. He enters his room and shuts the door. He looks outside and sees something standing under one of the street lights.

"What the f-fuck..?" He mumbles.

Oookay finally the POV's bc I keep screwing up and saying I instead lol.

Toby's POV

"Who t-the hell?" The figure was tall, slim, and pale. It was a male, no doubt. He was dressed in a black suit with a red tie. The figure suddenly looks at me and I fall backwards. The figure had a blank face. No, I don't mean expresionless. HE LITERALLY HAS NO F'ING FACE!!!!

Oh my god! Oh my good god!!! What the hell was that?!?!?!?!?!!! I scream in my mind. I nervously get up and peer outside. The figure was gone. I shake my head and just get into pajamas. I lie in bed and fall asleep.

Next week

I go downstairs. My hands were covered in bandages. My mom had caught me biting the skin and flesh off my hand. Now she wants me to be with her at all times. Yay. I sigh.

"Finally." My father growls as I enter into the dining room. I ignore him. It was night time, and my mom had called me down for dinner. I sit in my place next to my father. My mom places food in front of me. I mumble a thank you as usual. She nods and gives me a kiss on the head (something she'd do every time) and sits across from me. As usual, I only eat half of my dinner than go up stairs.

I lie in my bed. I hear something downstairs and I curiously get up. I creep towards my door and open it. I quietly go downstairs. I could barely see, so I let my eyes adjust to the darkness. I saw nothing, so I turned back around to go upstairs. I stop moving completely.

In front of me was Lyra. Her jaw was hanging by only a few pieces of muscle, glass pierced through her skin. Her eyes were a blank white. They weren't the same green I remember.

"L-Lyra..?" She lets out a groan, like a zombie would. I back away slowly. I trip over my own feet and fall back onto my arse. I look at her in fear.

"Y--...u di-..d t..-hi-..s t-....o m...-" Her voice kept cutting out, like a broken or old talking toy's voice would.

"W-What?" I ask.

"You... Did this... TO ME!!!" She screeches, her voice suddenly turning demonic-like. She pounces at me and I brace myself, but nothing hits me. I lower my arms slowly and see nothing is there. I run upstairs to my room and shut the door quickly. I start questioning my sanity. I shake my head and go to bed.

Next night bc I'm a lazy motherfucker

Do it! Do it! DO IT!!!! The voices screeched at me. I sigh quietly. I get up silently, my father not noticing, and go into the kitchen. My mom didn't notice me, so I hurried and grabbed a knife then slipped back out. I sneak behind my father and raise the knife. He turns his head and immediately grabs my wrist, making me nearly drop the knife. He stands and grips my wrist tighter.

FIGHT BACK!!! I don't know what got into me, but hey, it worked. I kick my father, and he yelps and lets me go. I immediately jump at him, and start stabbing him. He tried to fight back. But failed.

"This, i-is for hurting me," I stab him. "This, is for h-hurting mom..." Another stab.

"And t-this... Is for hurting m-my sister....." I growl. I stab him in the chest. I let go of the handle and get up.

"TOBY!!" I jump. I look at my mom who stood there in shock and fear.

"M-Mom! Um- I-" She already grabbed the phone.

SHIT. I grab the knife.

"I'm so sorry..." I whisper.

"Toby..? T-Toby! NO-" I pounce on her, knocking us both down to the floor. I stab her quickly, just to get it over with.

"Hello?? Ma'am?" Fuck. I quickly get up and run upstairs and burst into my room. I grab the picture of Lyra and I from my nightstand. Then look at the dresser. There were two things sitting on it. The goggles and mouth guard Lyra both got me. I grab them and slip them on really quick, then hightail it downstairs into my garage. I grab my fathers hatchets. One was old, chipped and rusted while the other was shiny and brand-new. I quickly attach them to my belt and grab the can of gasoline. I hear the sirens. I grab the matches and open the gasoline, leaving a trail of it as I ran to the woods. I dump the rest in a circle and around me. The police cars skid to a stop and the police get out. I throw the empty gasoline can to the side and grab the matches and light it.

"Alright, boy," one of the police say. "Just set the match down-" I grin insanely.

"Alright." I reply. His eyes widen as I drop the match. Suddenly, red and orange is all I see.

Here I come death! I say in my head. I hear static and start getting dizzy. I pass out.

When I awake I'm in a room. This wasn't my room, however.

"Hello..?" I call out nervously.

"Oh, great. You are alive." I hear. I look to my left. There stood a boy with dark brown hair, a white mask, red plaid flannel, dark blue jeans and then combat boots.

"Who t-the hell-"

"Masky." He answers before I can finish.

"Okay? W-Where a-"

"Slenderman's mansion."

"Will y-"

"No. Now get up and follow me." He says. This dude is moody... I get up and follow Masky. I follow him up another flight of stairs. We get to huge oak doors. Masky knocks.

"Enter." I hear. Masky pushes open the door. They lead into a study, about as big as a public library would be but just a bit smaller.

Wow. I think. Masky nudges me forward.

"He's awake, sir," Masky says. It was the figure I saw standing under the street light...

"Good. Thank you Masky." Masky nods.

Timeskip! Ik I'm a jackass.

"Hey Masky, hey Masky, h-hey Masky, Masky, heyyy! M-Masky! Hey, hey Masky! Get u-uup!!! MASKY!!!" I yell. Masky shoots up.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE TOBY! WHAT?!"

"Breakfast w-will be done soon." I reply and walk out of his room, leaving an extremely pissed Masky. I go in my room. I pull down my mouth guard. I look at the gash in the mirror of my bathroom. I frown. I was tired of being all happy and shit. I only played this stupid charade so people wouldn't worry about me. I go in my room and look behind my dresser. I reach behind it and grab my pocket knife. I get up and go in my bathroom. I switch the blade outwards, gripping the handle so hard my knuckles turned white. I roll up my sleeve and look at the cuts I've already inflicted on myself. I sigh and push the cold blade against my warm skin. I slowly drag it across, watching as the crimson liquid pours out from my arm. I make another cut. And another. I kept cutting my arm repeatedly. I put the knife down and rinse off my arm and bandage it. I do the exact same thing with my other arm. Once I was all finished with that I clean off my blade and put it behind the dresser again. I exit my room and go downstairs. I sit in my normal spot in between Jeff and Masky. Food is placed in front of me. It was waffles, my favorite. Yet, I didn't eat. I stare at the waffles in front of me.

"Toby?" I hear. I look up and diagonally to my left to see Clockwork. The others actually mistaked us for a couple multiple times. But no. We were just friends. Best friends, I guess you could say. She was always there for me like Lyra would.

"Aren't you hungry?" She asks. I shake my head. She looks confused, so before she can question me I get up and go upstairs to my room. I shut and lock the door. I haven't been hungry ever since last week. Probably due to depression and what-not. But I didn't really care. Maybe I could just starve myself to death. That wouldn't be too bad of an idea. Sure, I could stab myself. If I wasn't such a wimp and chickened out each god damn time. I sit on my bed and kick my shoes off. I lie down and shut my eyes, trying to fall into the deep abyss of hell I dare call sleep. Then there's a knock on my door.

"Ugh," I get up and unlock my door. I open it.

"What do y-you w-" I stop and look up to see Masky. I sigh.

"What?" I snap.

"God, you're moody today."

"Shut t-the fuck up Timothy. What. D-Do. You. Want?" I growl. He looks taken aback.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asks.

"You heard me."

"I swear to god Rogers I'm gonna-"

"Gonna w-what? Tell Slenderman I'm b-bitching at you? Good luck." I say. I then shut my door and lock it. I hear Masky's frustrated sigh then him stomping to his room. I sigh and turn around. I jump back and hit my head on the door.

"FUCK!" I desperately try to unlock my door quickly.

"T..b......y..." It was Lyra again, her skin still pierced with glass, her clothes torn, jaw hanging by only a few pieces of muscle. I'm surprised she could talk.

"No, n-no, no! Get the fuck a-away from me! You are not my s-sister!" I say. Her dead eyes seemed to be as if they were staring into my soul. I give up on the door and slide down against it onto the floor, curling into a tight ball.

Freak!

Monster!

Murderer!

NOBODY WANTS YOU ALIVE YOU TWITCHING FREAK.

Your own sister never loved you!

You killed Lyra!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

"Shut up, shut up, S-SHUT UP!!!!!!" I screech. I was sobbing by now. The voices wouldn't stop.

Lyra is dead because of you!!!!

You are a disgrace!!

Nobody loves you, you fucking freak!

You're a murderer! You killed your own family!!!!

"P-Please... Stop..." I whimper. I curl up into a tighter ball.

You are a freak. Slenderman only has you here because he pities your sad exuse of a life.

I stop.

"You're right. I-I am a freak. Hey, m-m-maybe I can end my life now... Nobody will c-care. Slenderman can find another proxy... All I e-ever do is fuck everything up.." I say, my mouth twitching upwards into a crazed smile. I stand. I slowly walk to my dresser and grab the knife.

"Toby?" I hear. I ignore them and switch the blade outwards.

"Toby? Open the door!" It was Natalie.

"I'm sorry.." I say, loud enough to where Clockwork could hear.

"Toby?! What're you talking about?! TOBY! OPEN THE DOOR!!" I ignore her and slowly lift the knife to my throat. I slowly dig it into my skin. I feel the blood trickle down my neck. Clockwork bangs on my door, screaming for me to open it.

"I'm just a freak.." I whisper, slowly starting to drag the blade across my neck.

"Slenderman only h-has me here because h-he pities m-me." I say, continuing to drag the knife across my throat. I start feeling dizzy. Black spots start clouding my vision. I drop the knife and stumble back a bit.

What have I done..? I thought. My back hits the back of my wall. I let out a cry of surprise and fall forwards onto the floor. I hear the door being kicked open. Clockwork rushes over to me and kneels down.

"No, no, no! Toby you dumbass!!! No, no, no, no, no! I can't lose you!" Clockwork says. I give her a small smile. Then all I see next is black.

When I wake up I'm in the infirmary.

"He-...o?" My voice was hoarse and raspy, like it hadn't been (I friken spelled ben XD) used in weeks. I look around. Nobody was in here other than me. I hear the door open and my head turns. In the doorway stood EJ.

"Ah, you're awake. Good." I nod.

"W..y can... I.. T..lk?" I'm sure he didn't understand me.

"Why can't you talk?" I nod.

"Ah, you had cut into your voice box.." EJ replies.

"Your wound wasn't too bad actually. Other than your voice box nothing else was damaged. You should be able to talk fine again in about a couple days or so, as your voice box wasn't severely damaged." I nod in understanding. I get up and walk out after nodding to say 'thank you.' He nods back and I walk out of the room and to the stairs. I sigh as I go into my room and shut the door. I look around my room to see my pocket knife was gone.

"Fuck." I say. I look around more. Yep. Gone. I roll my eyes. Are they really that stupid? I open my closet. Weapons were hidden everywhere in my room. My pocket knife was just my favorite. I hear a knock on my door.

"Who is i-it?" I call.

"Ben. Slendy needs you." I gulp.

"Te..ll him I-..I'l...l be the...re in a s-sec."

"K." I hear Ben's footsteps go away. I shut the door of my closet and grab my hatchets and attach them to my belt. I exit my room and go up the last flight of stairs. I knock on the door of the wooden oak doors. I hear Slenderman say 'come in'. I gulp and open one of the huge doors and enter, shutting it behind me. I nervously walk forward and sit in one of the wooden chairs in front of his desk.

"Y-Ye...s s..ir..?" I ask nervously.

"I have a mission for you to do with Masky." I nod. He hands me a file.

"Masky already knows about the mission, so no need to inform him."£ I nod and stand. I exit the room and read the file.

Name: Jackson Johnson
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'1
Reason: Has video footage of Jeff, EJ, Vincent, and Hoodie.
It said the adress as well.

Hoodie got caught on camera? I thought. I shrug. I go into my room and set the file on top of my dresser and grab my hatchets. I attach them to my belt and exit my room. Masky was already waiting by the door when I got downstairs.

"Finally." He mutters, but I still heard him. I say nothing. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't question it. We leave. I'm silent the entire way, aside from my occasional tics. Masky sighs and stops. I do as well. I look up at him.

"Stay outside, make sure nobody comes out. Easy enough? Good." I stare at him blankly. He rolls his eyes and goes up to the door. He tries to open it. I sigh in annoyance. I go up to him and shove him out of the way. He stumbles back but doesn't fall. I kneel down and reach into my back pocket. I grab a bobby pin I had stolen from Clockwork's room. I slowly put it into the lock, and finally manage to unlock the door.

"Tch. Guess you're not as useless as I had thought." I look away and back up from the door. Masky rolls his eyes and enters the house silently. This is how it usually went on missions. Masky would always make me wait outside while he did the killing. Yet somehow I always managed to get in the way. I grab one of my hatchets from my belt and examine it. It was the newer looking one. It still looked the same as it had since I stole it from my father. There was a faint tint of red to it. That was old and dried blood on it. There was barely any on it. Because I barely did the killing. The only times I'd get to kill was if I was on a mission with Hoodie instead. He'd always let me kill at least one person. That's why I liked him a little more. After a couple minutes, Masky came out of the house. His jacket and mask having blood on them.

"Wow, you managed to not screw up for once. Thats surprising." I look down. Masky starts walking back towards the woods and I follow. But I had an eerie feeling something was watching us. I look behind me. Nothing. I turn back around and walk a little faster. Than I hear a stick snap. I turn around. I tap on Masky's shoulder.

"What?" He snaps and looks down at me. I point behind us.

"Nobody's following us, dumbass. Hurry up." Masky turns back around. I stop walking. He turns his head to peer over his shoulder.

"What the fuck are you doing? Come on."

"Why a-are you always s-such a fucking d-douche...." I mutter, though loud enough Masky would've heard me. Masky stops walking.

"I'm sorry, what?" He growls. I take a small step back.

"You h-heard me." I say. Masky turns around. To be honest, I was terrified right now. I just wanted to wake up, have this whole thing be a nightmare. But I knew this was reality. My breathing was slowly starting to quicken. My anxiety wasn't helping either.

"Look you stupid, annoying, god damn twitch," Masky snaps. "I'm like this, because of my past. You think I fucking wanted this?! You really think that I wanted to work for Slenderman?!?! No! I didn't! I'm like this because of that stupid video project I was fucking dragged into!" He yells.

"I'm like this because of Alex! I WAS DRAGGED INTO THIS, BECAUSE OF ALEX!!! OKAY?! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I WATCHED HOODIE DIE! NOW HE'S SOMEHOW PERFECTLY FUCKING FINE?! LOOK TOBY, YOU DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY PAST! SO FOR ONCE, CAN YOU JUST SHUT. UP!?!?!!!" He screeches.

"Do me a f-favor, Timothy," I say. "Tell Slender, I'm n-not coming b-back to the mansion...." I say. I turn around and start walking away.

"You're gonna get yourself killed, Rogers!" I turn around.

"So what? N-Not like you ever c-cared about m-me anyway." I snap. "Actually, I have a question for you Timothy," I say.

"Have you e-ever seen the p-person you love the m-most die?" Masky looks at me.

"B-Because I have. I w-watched my own g-god damn sister die, Timothy. DIE. She w-was the only person who I c-could trust! She was t-the only one who gave a f-fucking damn about my life. She truly cared a-about me. S-She was the only p-person I knew I could trust," As I talked, I went closer to Masky. "My sister w-was the only person w-who loved me. Nobody e-else has ever loved me since then asides from m-my mother. Yet I fucking killed her." My breathing was quick and uneven.

"Were y-you fucking beaten every g-god damn day? Because that's what my family had to go t-through because of my s-sick, twisted alcoholic father. So no. Maybe I d-don't know about your p-past, but y-you sure as hell don't k-know about mine." I was a few inches away from Masky.

"Toby-"

"Fucking save it and leave me a-alone." I then turn and was about to walk off before Masky grabbed my wrist.

"Get off o-of me!" I say and try to free my wrist.

"Toby!" I didn't listen.

"Oh for fuck's sake! TOBIAS!" I stop dead when I hear the mention of my full first name.

"I said... G-Get the hell.. Off of me..." I say. My voice was shaky.

"Toby please-"

"Are you deaf? G-GET OFF OF ME!!" I snap. Masky lets go of my wrist. I turn and run.

After about an hour or so, I stop. I knew where I was. Hoodie had showed me around almost the entire forest. I sigh.

Tch. Great move, dumbass. Maybe if you're lucky, one of douchebag's minions will come kill you.

I snort at the nickname for Zalgo.

"Maybe... A-At least I h-have someone to talk to. E-Even if they're a jackass."

Yeah, yeah.

I sigh.

Wow. You're mood changed and we didn't have to do anything... Damn.

"Shut up." I say.

Nah.

The voices actually weren't too bad. Sometimes they'd just.. Well... Talk to me. It's better than nothing soooo.... I look to my left and see something. I hide. It was a girl. About 14 or 15.

(Me: YALL KNOW WE GOTTA ADD ANGEL INTO THIS!

Masky: Oh god please no-

Me: TOO LATE. THE DAMAGE HAS BEEN DONE!!)

She had short, dark chocolate brown hair, almost a type of black. She had the same colored ears and tail of a wolf. She had mini red devil horns curled a bit in between the ears. There was also a mini glowing circle I recognized as a halo sitting above her head. Her shirt was torn and tattered in the back on the shoulderblades. I found out that was because she had wings. One was an angel's wing, white and fluffy while the other was a demon wing, black and looked as if it was a bit similar to a dragon's. She seemed to be looking for something. She was pretty tall, about 6'5. She turns around and I see her eyes. They were a bright ruby red. I look at her in amazement.

"Like what ya see pretty boy?" I freeze.

"Um- I-I uhh...." I stutter. She chuckles.

"I'm just kidding." I come out from behind the tree.

"Names Angel."

"Toby." I reply with a tic.

"Cool name tic-tac."

"Don't c-call me that."

"Whatever you say. Um, by any chance, have you seen a machete anywhere??"

"N- Actually... Yeah." I say.

"Show me where." She says. I nod and start walking. I hear her follow me. I find the clearing that I saw a blood-stained machete that must have been dropped. I pick it up and hand it to her.

"Yessss! Thank you!" She says. I nod.

"Gotta go. Cya around, Toby." She unfolds her wings and flies away. I sigh and start back to my spot where I saw Angel.

I sit on the ground criss-crossed and my back against the tree. I lean my head against the wood. I felt the dark brown bark dig into my back, but I didn't really care. I look up at the darkening sky. I thought of Lyra. I scowl slightly. I hear a stick snap. My head turns to the side. I jump up. One of Zalgo's minions sat a foot away from me.

"SHIT!" I yell, grabbing my hatchet then hightailing it.

"FUCK, F-FUCK, FUCK!!!" I repeat. I look behind me to see the white creature running behind me on all fours like a dog.

Wait... Why am I running? I ask myself. I wanted to die... Didn't I? I slow down, eventually coming to a stop. Rake stops in front of me, growling animalistically. I move back. I hear a gunshot. I stumble back. I look down.

"What the-" I wasn't shot. Instead, Rake was. I look at him. He was lying on the ground, his own dark, crimson blood pooling around him. I look to who shot him. It was Hoodie, Masky behind him. Masky had his arms crossed. Hoodie put his gun in his pocket then came up to me.

"TOBY! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING!?" He yells. I falter under him.

"I-... I'm sorry...." I whisper.

He sighs. "C'mon." I follow behind him as he walks towards the direction of the mansion. Masky walks past me, walking besides Hoodie. I slow a little bit, letting them get a little farther from me.

"Stupid dumbass.." I whisper under my breath. I tic and continue walking the same pace I was before.

We get to the mansion a little later, and Slenderman stood with his arms crossed. I walked past him, not really giving a fuck. Masky shook his head. I walk upstairs to the third floor and walk down the hall, the old wood barely ever creaking or groaning. I open my door, enter, then shut the door and lock it. I take off my mouth guard and goggles. I let out a shaky sigh and set them on my dresser. I open my closet and reach up to the top. I grab a hold of something.

My other pocket knife. I move back and switch the blade out. I take off my hoodie. By now it was starting to get bigger on me due to me not ever eating anything. I also took off my shirt. I go into my bathroom. Scars littered across my torso, abdomen, back, shoulderblades, chest... I let out another shaky sigh.

"That s-sick bastard did t-this to me... I-Its his fault....." I say to myself. Though I was correct, it felt like I was just lying to myself. Trying to blame everything on him isn't gonna do shit.

"......" I drop the knife and fall to my knees. I hold my head in my hands. I let out a sob.

"Why am I s-still alive? I d-don't deserve to live. I don't deserve to b-be here, I should've b-burned in that god damn fire." I start to sob more. My shoulders shook as I wept. I hear a knock on my door.

"GO AWAY!" I screech.

"Toby, let me in!" It was Clockwork.

"FUCK O-OFF!" I yell.

"Toby please!"

"I SAID GO T-THE FUCK AWAY, NATALIE!!" I hear her growl and storm off. I realize what I had done. I grab the knife and set it on the counter of the sink. Instead, I dig my nails into my arm, leaving red marks. I feel blood start dripping down my arm. I stop and look at it. I found it beautiful. How it gracefully drips down my arm, the beautiful dark color of it... I sigh. I don't even bother cleaning the wounds. I get up and go into my room, put my long-sleeved shirt and hoodie back on, then lie on my bed and fall asleep.

I jolt up and cover my moth before I can scream. I clench my teeth together.

"Damn it!" I hiss. I hear something thudding against the window. I look up at it to see water hitting against it. It... Was raining.. I get up and go over to it. I sit on the windowsill. I gave a small, sincere, smile. I lie my head against the cool glass. I glance at the clock to see it read 5:00 AM. I sigh.

At least it was time to wake Masky up. I give another small smile, but it wasn't too sincere. I get up and get dressed. I look into my mirror. My clothes barely fit me anymore. I lift my shirt up. At this point, you could see my ribs. I let out a shaky sigh and drop my shirt back down and exit my room. I go into Masky's. I poke him. He grumbles something. I poke him again. He flips over. I smirk. Time to add my favorite part.

I clear my throat. "Heyyyyy Masky!" I poke him. "H-Hey Masky! Masky! Hey Masky! C-C'mon! Get uuuup!" I poke him with each word I say.

"Go away." He grumbles.

"Get up and m-maybe I w-will." I say. He growls but sits up anyways.

"Okay, I'm up. Now go away twitch." I say nothing. I sigh almost silently then walk out. I go back in my room. They know I'm not gonna eat, so what's the point of going downstairs? I lie on my bed and curl up. I sigh. I look at my window. It was now storming outside. I hear a loud clap of thunder. It rattles the old mansion slighty. I found the sound soothing. I get up and go back to my window and sit on the windowsill again. I lie my head against the glass. I look outside. I see a small burst of lightning. It was only in the clouds. But it was still pretty. I'm interrupted by a knock on my door. I sigh quietly. It was Masky, I knew that.

"What?" I say. I was too comfortable to move.

"Are you not coming to breakfast?"

"Tch. Since w-when do you s-suddenly care?" Masky huffs than just leaves.

Later I had to do a mission. I knock on Masky's door. He opens it.

"What?" He snaps.

"Um.. We h-have a m-m-mission to do......" I stutter quietly. Masky rolls his eyes.

"Whatever." I look down. I go downstairs to wait for him.

Why does he always push me away? What'd I ever do to that jackass? .... Okay, I see one reason. But still.

Masky finally comes downstairs a few minutes later.

"Tch. And h-he calls me s-slow." I grumble under my breath. He hits me in the back of the head. My head shoots foraward.

"I'm not deaf, dumbass. Now hurry up." We leave. I hate this.

Why do you let him push you around?

"Shut up." I hiss quietly so Masky doesn't hear me.

You're so submissive. You don't let just him push you around. You let everyone push you around like some ragdoll.

"I said, s-shut the fuck u-up." I mutter. The voices would probably roll their eyes, if they had any.

"C'mon Rogers, I have shit to do! Hurry the hell up!" Masky growls. I flinch.

"O... Okay..." I walk up behind him. We continue walking, Masky grumbling to himself. This mission we didn't need to leave the woods for. Nope. Sometimes. we would have patrol for the woods. And each time I had it with Masky. I only got it once with Hoodie, and that was on my first night of it. I notice Masky stopped walking, so I did too.

"Wh-"

"Shh." Masky says.

"... And control your stupid tics."

"Kinda c-can't dumbass." I snap back. Masky makes no comeback, as he's too busy looking for something. I roll my eyes and look to the right.

"U-Uh Masky..?" He doesn't reply.

"Maskyyy..." My voice wasn't playful like it usually was when I woke him up. Nope! My voice was urgent.

"Toby, shut up." I grab my sharper hatchet. A gunshot rings throughout the forest. Masky falls forward onto his knees.

"Fuck!" I gulp and turn my hatchet to the side, then throw it. I hear a scream of pain. I go up to who I hit. It was a male, he was about in his early twenties. I pay no attention to his corpse and grab my hatchet. I kick the gun away and then walk back to Masky quickly. Masky hisses in pain. I had no idea what to do.

"Ngh... Help me up, jackass......." Masky hisses. So I do so and help him up. He moves away but nearly falls so I at least help him stand upright. He walks slowly, me having to walk quickly to keep up. We get to the mansion a few minutes later. Hoodie was sitting on the porch steps. He perks up when he sees us, but then immediately gets up and runs over when he sees Masky in pain. I move away and walk past Hoodie quickly. I go inside and upstairs into my room. I shut my door and lock it. It was a habit at this point.

Later :P

I sat on my bed boredly. I reach over and grab my picture of Lyra and I that I took from my old home that was probably in ashes now. I stare at the picture. Then there's a bang on my door. I jump, then quickly get up and open my door. It was Masky. And he was pissed.

Uh oh... I thought.

"Why didn't you fucking warn me?!"

"W-What..?"

"You know what I mean, Rogers!"

"I really d-don't-" I stutter, but was interrupted by Timothy.

"The person with the gun!" I stop.

"I fucking TRIED t-to! But no! You b-being the ignorant d-dumbass you are, fucking ignored me!" I shoot back. Masky lets out a growl, and next thing I know I'm on the ground. The picture flew out of my hand while I was falling and landed by Masky's boot. He picks it up.

"Give that back!" I say.

"Why? What is it?"

"N-None of your d-damn business. Now give i-it back to m-me!" He ignores me and looks at the picture.

"Who the hell is this?"

"My dead s-sister. Now g-give. It. Back." Masky snorts.

"What? You think some twerp like you can boss me? Me? Ha. Thats hilarious." I growl in annoyance.

"G-Give it back t-to me!"

"Why should I, twitchy?"

"......" I stay silent.

"Well?" He asks.

".. Because t-that picture, is all I h-have left to r-remember Lyra."

"Lyra? That's her name?" I clench my teeth together. I make no movement to fight back, nor do I speak.

"Hm. Maybe I'll keep this-" Masky starts. My head shoots up.

"Oh? A reaction?" He smirks under his mask.

"Give. It. Back." I hiss.

"Nah." I growl. Then finally, something snaps. I pounce at him. We both fall to the floor. He growls and shoves me off. I hurriedly pull my sleeve down. Masky gets up and yanks me forward by my hoodie. I look at him blankly. I make no move to do anything. Instead, I just smile, since my mouth guard was down.

"What are you smiling at, twitch?"

"Hm? Oh, n-nothing," I say calmly. "Just t-thinking that if Slenderman f-finds out about this, he's g-gonna be pissed." Masky thinks. He knows I'm right.

"And I t-thought you f-followed all the rules."

"Shut the fuck up." Masky snaps.

"Make me." I shoot back smugly. He growls and just drops me. He then holds up the picture of Lyra and I.

"See this? Hope you remember it." He says.

"What..?" I ask. He grabs a lighter from his back pocket. He lights the fire thing, (Idk how to explain it XD) and lifts it to the picture. My eyes widen.

He lights the photo on fire.

"NO!!" I screech. He drops the remains of the picture then leaves my room.

"No.. Lyra..." My breath starts speeding up until I'm hyperventilating.

"No, n-no, no, no...." I whimper.

"That fucking bastard!" I growl. I sit on my floor. I curl into a ball. Tears start welling up in my eyes until they eventually spill over.

"No... That picture w-was all I had to r-remember you by..." I whisper. I get up. I storm out of my room and slam my door shut. I walk downstairs and storm off outside. It was still raining, but I didn't care. I look up at the sky. I clench my teeth together and I start walking away from the mansion. It was starting to get dark. I come to the end of the woods a couple hours later. It was a clearing, but the trees around the small space kept the grass under the leaves dry. I sit on the grass. I whimper softly. I curl into a tight ball. I hear footsteps not too far away.

"Toby? Where are you?!" It was Masky. Ugh. Can he leave me alone?! I don't move. Eventually I hear his footsteps come to a stop.

"Toby! Jesus, there you are." He sounded worried, but I knew he wasn't sincere about it.

"Screw off." I say simply.

"C'mon, lets g-"

"No. Now f-fuck off and leave me a-alone. You've done enough d-damage." I hiss.

"Come on, Rogers."

"I said no."

"Tobias."

"Timothy." I retort. He sighs.

"Look Toby, I'm sorry."

"Hah. Right." I say.

"I am!" He says. I, starting to get tired of this, stand up and turn to face him.

"THEN M-MAYBE YOU SHOULD H-HAVE HAD SECOND THOUGHTS B-BEFORE YOU BURNED THE ONLY THING I-I COULD REMEMBER MY SISTER BY!" I scream. Masky rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Lesson learned. Lets go."

"I'm not g-going anywhere with y-you." I hiss.

"Toby, seriously. This isn't a game. Lets g-...." He stops. I turn my head.

"Heya Toby!" Angel greets.

"Hi..?" I say. She walks up to me and stands next to me.

"Sup Timothy." She grins, showing her jagged sharp teeth.

"Toby, come. On." Masky hisses. I sigh.

"No. Now fuck off." I hiss back. Angel smirks at our bickering. Masky lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Toby, come on." He growls. He grabs my wrist. I have sudden flashbacks. And they weren't good ones. I try pulling away from him.

"GET OFF ME!" I yell. Angel sighs. She goes in between us and pushes us away from each other.

"ENOUGH!" She yells.

"Good god! You two act like an old married couple!" Angel says.

"Whatever..." I mutter. I shove past both Angel and Masky and walk towards the mansion. Not long after I hear Masky's footsteps. He walks next to me. He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

"Don't."

He sighs. He mutters something that I just barely hear.

"Stupid fucking kid..." I blink back unexpected tears. We get back to the mansion and Masky goes inside, but I sit on the grass. I sigh.

"Why d-did Slenderman have to s-save me from the f-fire? Why?" I ask myself in a hushed mumble.

"I'm nothing special..." I suddenly get flashbacks back to about the first time  I had to do a mission with Masky.

I went into Masky's room and did my usual routine. Wake him up, go back in my room, get dressed, and then go downstairs to breakfast. But I was met with a surprise. Slenderman told me Masky and I had to to a mission after breakfast. I sigh and nod, finding no point to argue. After breakfast I went into the living room where Masky was.

"U-Um.. We have a mission.. To do...." I stutter quietly. Masky rolls his eyes.

"Yeah. Whatever." We had left.

We had gotten the mission done about an hour later. I had gotten in the way.

".. You stupid twitch!" Masky had yelled. He was ranting on about me being a little twitching and ticking prat, but I wasn't listening.

"TOBY!" I jump and look at him.

"Ugh! Stop staring off into space and come on!" He hisses. I follow him silently back to the mansion.

"Don't get in the way, EVER, again." Masky hisses lowly, then goes inside.

Why did he hate me so much? Was I really that annoying? I get up and go inside. I shake like a dog, (no offence Smile) trying to get water out of my hair. Masky looks at me in disgust.

"What're y-ya starin at, T-Timothy?" I say. He growls and was about to say something, but I go upstairs. I immediately go to my room. I'm about to open my door, but I hear footsteps coming down the hall. I look over and see Hoodie. I wave to him, and he notices. He gives a small wave back, then goes into his room on the left side of Masky's. Mine was on the right. I open the door and enter, then shut the door. I hop onto my bed and kick off my old worn out shoes, then curl up on my bed. I sigh quietly. I look outside. It was still cloudy. I yawn and start to fall asleep. Eventually I found myself curled up in a ball, fast asleep.

I was in a dark place. I could see nothing.

"Hello?" I nervously call out. I got no reply. I walk around until I feel something. A light switch. I flip it, and the room flickers to life. There was a single light bulb that'd flicker every so often, but it gave light. The room I was in was torn and trashed. It was my old bedroom. The walls were not the same royal blue. They were now a deep, crimson red. The photos on my wall were no longer there, instead on the ground. The glass from the frames were broken and shattered. Only a single picture stayed on my wall. I go up to it. It was the picture of Lyra and I. But it was different. Lyra frowned at the camera. Her hair was a tousled mess, her shirt was now a dark color identified only as black. She had her arms folded across her chest as she glared at my mother who had taken the photo. I was wearing the goggles and mouth guard I received from Lyra, though the orange-tinted goggles had red on it that I found to be blood. My hoodie was torn in a couple places. My hair was the same, tousled mess it always was. My hoodie was covered in blood. I back away from it slowly. I run into something. I turn. It was Lyra.

"Lyra!" I exclaim. She says nothing.

"L-..Lyra?" I ask. She grabs me and shoves me against the wall. She may be a girl, but trust me. She's strong. I let out a cry of surprise.

"Lyra??"

"What did you do to me?!!" She hisses.

"W-.. What?

"ANSWER ME!" She screeches. This wasn't like her at all. Lyra and I never got into fights.

"I-I don't understand w-what you mean." I say. Suddenly she backs away, starting to cough rapidly. Something comes out of her mouth. It was a bug. I move away. More insects start erupting from her mouth as she coughed helplessly, falling to her knees.

"H...lp.. Me...." She says. The bugs suddenly come towards me. I try to scream, but nothing came out. I backed against the wall, and I fell. The wall suddenly was gone and I was in a dark abyss of nothingness. I get up and nervously look around. There was a door behind me. I go to it and was about to open it, before something snatched me. I look up. It was Lyra again, though this time it was the one I've seen before. You know. Stomach caved in, cold, dead, and lifeless eyes... You get the point. Anyways..

She stared at me.

"LET M-ME GO!" I panic. I start to thrash around, trying to get free from her tight grip. She growls and tightens her grip more.

"Freak." I hear.

"Disappointment."

"Nobody wants you alive."

"Monster.."

"Murderer!"

"SHUT UP! PLEASE!" I screech.

"FREAK!"

"YOU'RE A DISAPPOINTMENT!"

"YOU ARE A DISGRACE!"

"Slenderman doesn't need you!!"

"He took you because he pitied you!"

"SHUT. UP!!!" I yell. They didn't stop. They kept going. I was suddenly shoved forward onto my knees. I see combat boots in front of me. I look up to see Masky. He grabs the front of my hoodie and yanks me forward.

"You are nothing but a twitching freak nobody will ever love. You are a disappointment that only gets in the way.."

I shoot up.

"......" I was silent for a moment, the only sound being my short, quick breaths. I force my breathing to calm.

"He's right," I mumble. "I am a d-disappointment.." I sigh and get up. It was 4:00 PM. At least I slept for longer than an hour... I shake my head.

"These nightmares a-are getting to m-me." I mutter. I walk over to my window and sit on the windowsill. I sigh. I stare at the trees outside. I see something move. I just ignore it and calmly lie my head on the window. I sit like that for a few minutes until there's a knock on my door. I get up and open it. It was Hoodie.

"Hey Tobes," he says. "Have you seen Masky?" I shake my head.

"No. Why?"

"Curious. He's not in his room."

"Oh. W-Well I dunno." Hoodie gives a quick nod then leaves. I shut my door again then go back to my windowsill and sit on it again, this time bringing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs lazily. I yawn. I sigh.

A few hours later

I get up from my spot on my bed as I hear a knock on my door. I open it.

"What do you w-want?"

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I used 8929 words (not including this)! Damn!! New record XD.
Here's this story while I work on my other main one, which is my untitled Ticcimask one.
So yea XD.

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