CreepyPasta Endings?!?!

Ticci Toby

In Toby's P.O.V

I left the mansion that night, my victim was a 17 year old girl named Taylor, I pulled my mouth guard up put my goggles on.
I walked down the street and stopped outside a house, I walked over to the lounge rooms window, sliding it open, luckily it wasn't locked.
I stepped inside and took out my hatchets, I walked out of the room and glanced around, I turned around and bumped a bookshelf that was next to me, making a loud thud of a few books hitting the floor, I flinched as that happened, I rushed into the girls room, hoping no one heard me, I slowly opened the door and stepped in, she was sleeping...
Before I could take another step someone grabbed my arm, pulling me back, I quickly turned, raising one of my hatchets in the air, it was a guy, a teenager, he had a knife in his hands. "Who are you and What the fuck are you doing in my sisters room?"
I pulled away and swung at him, he ducked and planted the knife into my thigh, pushing me onto the floor, making me drop my hatchet's, he sat on my stomach, pinning me down and holding the knife to my neck, ripping off My mouth guard, I tried reaching for one of my hatchets, he brought the knife closer to my neck. "Don't you even think about it!"
I swung my fist at him, punching him across the face, he loosened his grip slightly, it was going to take for than a punch across the face for him to budge, I started squirming, trying to free myself, he pulled the knife away from my neck and the next thing I knew, I had a sharp pain in my stomach... Then my left ribcage, I coughed and blood dripped from the side of my mouth, I slowly reached out my hand, reaching for my hachet again, since I was laying on my back, blood started to fill my mouth and I choked, I looked up at him, he was looking beside him, his sister had finally woken up from the noise...
"Ryan... What did you..."
"Taylor! It was either you or him, I..."
He got off of me and rushed over to her, comforting her, I slowly pulled myself onto my stomach, dragging myself to my hatchets, I reached out and my other arm gave way, I was about a centimeter away from the hatchet, but it was kicked away, I slowly lifted my head to see the guy, he crouched down, grabbing me by my hair, he held the knife in his hand, he brought the point of the knife to my lips, slowly sliding it into my mouth, the knife cut my tounge as he slid it through, he stopped and sliced through my cheek, dropping the knife. "Turns out I actually do know you Toby... You'll never Murder again..."
He ripped off my goggles, standing back up, he rushed out of the room with his sister, I just layed there, gasping for my last breaths of air, I looked up at the window and saw someone standing outside, slenderman... He was slouching, pressing his hands on the window, I tried to keep my eyes open, but they were too heavy, my eyes rolled upwards and they closed, I took one last breath and coughed.

I just remembered Toby doesn't feel that pain, but oh well, imagination! Doesn't mean he won't die.