Story's on archive so you can read here (smut)

Toby x masky x hoddy

She didn't even get enough time to get out of the door before he had snagged her wrist and pulled her back so hard her shoulder could have dislocated. He had thrown her back across the room, causing her to stagger backwards and fall flat down on her back, making her hiss. He stood in the doorway, his twitching fingers coming to rest on the top of his hatchet before he pulled it out of his belt and caught it by the handle.

"Why the hell did you think t-trying to run was a good idea y-you stupid bi-itch?" he asked her, stepping forward and tapping two of his finger nails on the fluorescent orange, hardened plastic handle of his hatchet. The only retort she could spit out of that little mouth of hers was "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!?" He figured she was trying to raise the alarm to her parents. Little did she know they were disembowelled and in pieces in their own room.

He smirked a little at the memory of how her father fought before his hatchet buried itself in his throat, cutting his yell of terror short and causing his filthy lying eyes to roll back in his head as he bled quickly out and drowned on his own blood. Don't think of that now Toby, you have something much better laying in front of you, sitting there quivering and practically wetting herself, he thought to himself before catching a glimpse of her faded red hair ducking past him and taking off down the corridor behind him. God fucking dammit Toby.

He quickly spun and darted after her, catching her just outside of her parents room by grabbing her sweet little ponytail, tangling his fingers in the dishevelled mop and ripping back. She came flying back towards him with a scream of pain and terror as he quickly let go and slammed his arm around her neck, keeping her in an almost choke hold with one arm while holding the blade of his hatchet up to her pretty little neck with the other.

"Comon, I don't think even the 'n-natural' blonde bimbos in the f-films are as bad as you..." he growled in her ear, using the arm around her neck to pull his mouth guard down past his chin and reveal his scarred left cheek and crooked grin to her. He could see her eyes widening in terror as she clawed and pulled at the arm around her neck. She could breath fine, he made sure to make sure she at least had that. He didn't want asphyxiation taking her before he got to his fun. "P-please don't hurt me or my family...please I have a little brother, he needs us..." she choked out, tears starting to form in his eyes. Toby's own eyes widened slightly, flashbacks of his own older sister being torn to shreds flashing in front of his eyes before he tightened his grip on her, cutting her airflow off a little more.

"I g-guess he's gonna be comin' h-home to a blood bath then..." he muttered, pulling her into the doorway of her parents room and kicking the ajar door open, doing it so hard the door handle buried itself into the wall. She suddenly fell still in his arms, her insistent scratching stopping as her legs buckled and her arms fell to her sides. Her mother was on the bed, most of her face and the top of her head practically gone, the pillow beneath her head split. Her blood and the feathers mixed to create a contrast that pleased Toby as he nudged her head with his shoulder, making her look down at her father's body. His head was in the same condition, the back of it caved in and his throat with the lovely gouge out of it, blood pooling on the pretty cream carpet.

Her body was quaking violently, as if she were having a seizure in his arms. She was no long fighting. It was as if she had given up. He leaned close into her ear and sneered "If I didn't get so say goodbye, no one does..." before the blade of his hatchet swung down, striking her just below her diaphragm and burying itself in her soft flesh with a delicious sound. Her eyes widened and she tried to scream as the blade was ripped back out, blood gushing from her now wide open abdomen. He dropped his hatchet on the floor and kicked it away from them both, using the now free hand to trail down her side of her rib cage and waist. He trailed his fingers back up and stopped at the edge of the wound he had caused, growling lowly in her ear as he moved his hand to run his fingers along the fresh edges. Her breathing was so fast he feared she would pass out before dying, he needed to hurry.