𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁

𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 || 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 8

The process of purifying the forest of the lifeless bodies was a long, gruelling one. Blood saturated the verdant grass, turning it into a brownish tone. Cleaning the blood bath was the most dreaded part. Nobody else in the mansion had to take on such a challenge, yet here you were, chopping limbs and heads to make the evidence easier to burn. Hoodie sparked off a roaring fire, one that lit up the area nicely and made a warm feeling engulf your body. Bodies were tossed into the blaze, causing a putrid smell of burnt flesh to linger in your nose. After a while of doing missions you became numb to these sites. They still weren't pleasant, though. Once they were directing the last victim into the fire, your eyes couldn't help but fall gloomily over the body. A grim feeling came among you. There was a powerful sense of uneasiness building up in your chest, almost ready to explode. This person must have meant a lot to you, yet their persona never resided in your memory. You stared helplessly as Masky threw them in, the fire growing bigger like it was searching for more to consume. Your left cheek was suddenly struck with a salty tear. Why were you so emotional about this? In the end you were the victor, and whoever that was died pathetically amongst the others. But you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, it ate you up from the inside. Was this finally the day that you felt guilty for your actions? It couldn't be, you slaughtered people along with the other three.

'I can't remember.'

"The fire is beautiful, isn't it?" The masked silhouette placed his gloved hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at his plastic mask drenched in a crimson substance. He slid his hand down to retreat from your shoulder, which left a crimson handprint soaked into your (F/C) sweater.
"Well let's go, the fire should burn out itself," he shrugged, signalling for you to follow his path back to the mansion.

Toby's POV

I could sense that (Y/N) was lying blatantly to my face. Why wouldn't they? It wouldn't have been shameful to admit such a low act.
'Run.'
Their words came out tainted with panic, like they were urgently getting the person to escape. They were good at playing a character, that's for sure. They convinced the other two with fake intentions, but not me.
Not me, (Y/N).
There was no way to prove they were dishonest, and it nagged at me. They always knew how to get under my skin, provoking me with every word they said. It sucked ass. Every snarky comment, every slight move, every dreadful look caused me to lose control. It was as though they were the one winning... again. I desired to pumble them into a bloody plop, decapitate them with one clean swoop of my hatchet or maybe tourture them until they begged me to stop. I just wanted to see their blood on my hands, I wanted to hear them screaming my name in agony. Anything to hurt them. It was limitless! The very thought got me excited.

"Toby??"

"Toby??" A low voice called out, pulling my thoughts out of fantasy. The voice came out from the white masked idiot. My head bounced around to recollect my surroundings, coming to the realization that our walk had come to a pause and I was just staring at (Y/N). I guess I was too busy fantasizing about their death that I got lost in them.

"You like what you see?" I could hear a sinister grin mix within their words. I couldn't help but growl slightly at the sound of their taunting. All I did was stand there thinking of a witty comeback. What could I say? I couldn't just admit to plotting their death. Masky and Hoodie would have reported me for sure.

"I w-w-was just re-realizing that y-y-your *tic* uglier than i-i th-thought," I couldn't hold my childish comments when it came to them. They just took everything out of me.
They drained me.

"That's a long time to stare at someone you consider ulgy," Masky mocked, snorting after a moment from holding back his laughter. This hooded friend ended up nudging him, like a plea for him to stop.

"Sh-shut u-u-up, you're u-ugly too,"

(☞^o^) ☞

Once we began walking again it wasn't too long to reach our destination. The mansion. I opened the large oak doors to reveal the inside, the TV booming with a curtain game. I couldn't recognize the game being played until I glanced over. It was some first person shooter game.

"H-hey!!! I'm w-winning! You need to g-get me another dr-drink!" Ben hollered, his mechanical voice causing Clockwork to topple over on the couch with a groan in defeat. Jeff, Ben, Clocky, and EJ were all sitting on the couch in the living room, waging drinks once a game was lost. EJ was quietly sitting there, patiently waiting for another round, while the other three screamed their heads off.

I was going to hop next to Clocky on the couch until I realized Slendy would kill me if I carelessly got blood everywhere. He loved to see the place neat and tidy, which was a challenge with serial killers painting the place in blood.
I just sighed, realizing that I needed to go rinse off before I could do anything slightly amusing. I made my way to my room and picked up some fresh laundry to change into after my shower. I needed a shower as soon as possible, I was starting to stink! I strolled peacefully towards the bathroom, seeing as it was vacant I naturally let myself in.

Once I unlocked the door and opened it slightly, I saw a (F/C) towel unravel to the floor, revealing somebody's soft, attractive back. Wounds and dark scars blanketed their soft (S/C) skin, such marks complimented their skin nicely. Their (H/C) hair swayed in slow motion as they turned towards me. My hazel eyes met with their (E/C) ones. My eyes widened realizing the person I was ogling at, it was the devil themselves:
(Y/N).

'Shit'

"What the hell are you doing?? What's up with you staring at me, twitchy??" They screeched, picking up their (F/C) towel to shield their figure from my eyes. I couldn't help but stand there speechless until a bar of soap snipped my forehead. The impact caused a red bump to form. Their face grew a crimson hue, almost like blood. As I snapped back to reality I felt my own cheeks start to heat. I think they noticed my blush because they just got agitated.

"The d-d-door sa-said v-vacant, th-that's y-y-your f-falut!!" I defended, attempting to clear my name in case anyone else was watching the situation unfold. They placed their hand on my chest and forced me out the doorway. The door slammed shut with a small 'click' after- turning the small green 'vacant' sign to a red 'occupied' sign.

"Whatever! You should still knock, asshole!!" They hollered in a fit of rage through the door. I couldn't help but voluntarily knock on the door. I just wanted to piss them off even more. Every little shot I could get I would take advantage of it. This didn't hide the fact that my face was still hotter than the sun.

"FUCK OFF!!"

After that small incident I marched myself back to my room. My body fell like a perished victim against my bed, causing a small creak to sound out. Blood spread across on my blue sheets, causing a mushy discomfort to hug my being. I didn't care, all I could do was shut my eyes.

-
"Look at the twitchy freak!!' a little boy's voice laughed out, pointing towards the petite, twitchy brunette that sat on the ground. His body was covered in bruises.

"Sh-sh-shut up," The brunette's small voice demanded, causing the bullies to tease him even more. Making fun of his quirks grew to become a 'fun' activity for his peers.

That was his life.

The boy's perspective changed once he met someone with a heart made of gold and pure innocence.

Their large (E/C) eyes smiled at him like they did with others.
Finally, somebody looked at him like that.

They were perfect.

"Are you okay, Toby?" Their small voice called to him, their soft (S/C) hand reaching out to help him. He couldn't help but stare into their innocent eyes, cupping their hand with his own to hoist himself up. That was the first and last time he ever talked to them. He admired them from afar, but they never seemed to notice him after that.

"Th-thank you,"
-

I guess back then I was always staring.
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