Ticcimask one-shots (mucho fluffo in thiso)

Cuts

Sorry it's been so long! 

Tw: Self harm! 

3rd person POV:

"Oh, c'mon, twitch! It's not that difficult! X to jump, and move the toggle to run!" BEN was saying, really aggressively, to Toby. "I don't know why I bothered!" He snatched the controller out of his hands. 

Toby just stood up and left. He hated being called twitch, that's what his... That man would call him. 'Deep breath, Toby' he thought to himself as he left the mansion and walked into the woods. 

For a while he looked around, then climbed a tree and settled into its branches. Maybe he could get some sleep, make up for all the sleep he's lost since coming to the mansion. He closed his eyes. 

Masky's POV:

Last time I had seen Toby was a few hours ago, when BEN was teaching him how to play video games. I didn't approve if that meant my Toby becoming brain dead and a slave to the damn things, but he didn't seem to enjoy playing them, much to my relief. However, I've come back and BEN said that Toby had wanted to leave, but didn't watch where he went. Brilliant. 

First, I checked his room, but he wasn't there. Then, I checked my room, because sometimes he comes upstairs, puts on one of my jackets and lays on my bed. He wasn't there. I frowned. He doesn't really speak to anyone else, and is too scared to go in their rooms because he's too scared of being locked in. He once told me that he'd prefer to live outside and sleep in the trees. Wait... Oh my Zalgo, Toby. I chuckled slightly and went outside. 

"Toby! Where are you?!" I shouted as I looked up at all the trees. I stopped. Knowing Toby, he'd just go in a straight line from the mansion, which is what I had been doing. Also, he doesn't snore, but he does breathe quite heavily. And I could usually hear his tics from a couple of metres away. That's when I heard it. The distressed breathing, the cracks and pops and the mumbling coming from just ahead and above me. 

I ran forward and climbed a tree a little to the right of the path I was taking. I looked at his face, he was cute. But he was having a nightmare. I didn't know how to approach this. If I woke him up he'd probably fall out the tree, and I couldn't exactly climb down holding him. I decided to call Slenderman.

(T) "Hey, Slender."

(S) "I'm working, Timothy. Call me back later."

(T) "No wait, wait, wait! It's Toby."

(S) "Is he okay?!" Slender actually sounded concerned. 

(T) "Yeah. Sort of. Just come here."

(S) "Okay, just don't frighten him, Timothy, you know how bad he can get."

(T) "I know, I'll see you in a bit, I guess."

He hung up. Great. I just sat in the branch next to Toby and waited. 

Time skip! (Only about 10 minutes, chill.) 

Slender came to the spot I was in and carried Toby home, placing him on the couch and covering him with a blanket. On the bright side, he looked content now. I kissed his forehead and left to help Slender make lunch. 

Toby's POV:

I woke up in Slendy's arms but decided to pretend to be asleep. He put me down on the couch and put a blanket on me. I was aware of someone looking at me, but I was too scared to open my eyes. I felt something touch my forehead, then heard footsteps walking away. 

I opened my eyes, panting slightly. I touched my forehead and then looked at my fingers. What was that? I shook my head and stood up. I could see Tim in the kitchen, looking perfect and beautiful as usual, but I snuck past and went into my room, locking my door.