welcome home - ticcimask [ENG]

4

It was evening again. Toby was ready to go down. Him and BEN really got used to playing games together. 

Toby ran down the stairs. He knew, the possibilty that someone was awake was small, but not zero. And he really didn't want to answer the questions...

Why are you still awake..?

Shouldn't you be sleeping?

Still up huh..are you planning something?

Awwww can't sleep?

Besides not knowing how to answer it, it would trigger Tobys tourette.

He almost reached the door, he saw the light and started smiling. The brown haired boy ran inside.

But noone was there. Toby gasped.

"BEN...?"

Nobody responded.
Slowly, Toby walked inside, holding his breath. Where is he? He looked around.
A piece of paper on the couch cought his eye.

Hey Toby. I'll be gone for some days. Gotta do my job. You'll know soon. Fresh waffles are in the fridge.

That's what it said. Toby noticed that the room was scary. He was alone and could hear his own breath. He hated it. He hated to hear him alive. 

Hate.

An emotion he couldn't deal with. He slapped himelf. Mutliple times. He could hear the sharp sound of the palm of his hand hitting his face. 
Why was he even alive. Why was he there? Why did he surive. 

It is funny how such an little incident, one of the only people he trusted, one of the only constants in his life, fell away, and everyhing escalates. He slapped himself again.

"Stu--tupid. Ug--ly, idiott. Fuck you--u-u-ah"

He mumbled or screamed. Toby didn't know how loud he was. BEN wasn't there anymore to tell him. 

He slapped himself. Again and again, but then. Footsteps.

Turning around, the boy saw a familiar silloutte. Jeff. 
He started crying and whining. His legs were shacking, not long until he would sink together. 
The steps came closer, he could allready hear his crazy laughing in the back of his mind.

Stop...stop...STOP. Go away Jeff. Leave me alone! Leave me alonee! I don't want this!!!

Is what Toby wanted to say. But no words came out of his drooling mouth. The footsteps were close enough to hear them. 

"j-j---jjJEFFF St-Opp" He could finally speak out. He sounded like the chickens. He walked past them everyday on his way to school. Sometimes they escaped and then everyone would try to catch them. But they were fast. Was Toby fast? 
He ran, but fell. How embarrassing.

"JE--F.-ff STOp-pp!"

And he didn't stop.

"For fucks sake, I'm not Jeff."

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His voice was smoky. Deep. Rough. 
Toby stopped breathing. He wanted to be as silent as possible. He wanted to look up, to see who that person is, he wanted to- The person walked past him into the kitchen. 

Toby used that moment to crawl into the corner of the room and hide. There he was safe.
He watched closley as the person spend their time in the kitchen and then came back after a while.

"There was a sign for you on the waffles, Ticci Toby."

The person put a plate in front of him, waffles on it. And a little note. With his name and a smiley, with his goggles. 

The person knew his name. Weird. But he liked the way they pronounced it.

Toby didn't look at the person, he looked down, and carefully listened to the persons breathing and voice. It sounded masculine. It made him feel calm, he wanted to listen to them more,

"BEN won't be gone for long. 4 or 5 days."

Toby  noted it down mentally. 4 or 5 days of being alone. He could meet Jane in that time. But at the same time, he didn't want to bother her. It would be weird to ask her for help, to spend time wih her. She surely had more friends, she doesn't depend on him in the way he depends on the people. 

The person walked away.

"Th-than-k....y-ou-uu."

Toby said and looked up. The person stopped and turned around. They made eye contact-shortly- but enough for Tobys heart to make a jump. 

It was the masked man.

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"F-FFu-CK"

Toby cried into the mirror. He hated himself so much. The boy cried the whole day.
After meeting the masked man he had ran into his room, of course after waiting a while and eating his waffles. He must say, BEN made great Waffles. Anyways, he doesn't deserve the waffles.

He screamed and whined. Barely any sleep and the lack of sunlight has made him lost his sense of time. But probably a day has passed.

Maybe he could get down to get new food. NO. He doesn't deserve it.

He slapped himself again.

He needed food again.

And that was a fact.

He gulped down his last tears and walked all the way down. Back to the kichen, where he started making coffee. He yawned ticked. His panic attack had been worse than ever.

He turned around, only to see a person, out of nowhere, standing in he door. 

"Hello Ticci Toby."

"He..ll-lo"