Ticci Toby love story

The Help

Toby's pov:

         I closed the door behind me and let out a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding. I don't understand what happened today. What is she? What happened to my best friend. I didn't expect any of this today. Why did she freeze like that? Was it a flashback or something? Is that what PTSD looks like? I don't get it. Maybe Slendy knows. I don't know if I should ask him or leave this all be. I began to wander. I don't know how long I was walking but I was at barrier. I look at it in wonder. Slendy said her father is Satan. Is that how she managed to make it not hurt us? I don't fully understand it all. I feel confused and conflicted. I want to be like we used to be. Yet we aren't those people anymore. We haven't been in a very long time. As I was staring at the barrier I saw something on the other side. As I watched it walk closer I realized what it was. I haven't talked to Hoodie much, honestly he hardly talks at all. It's very rare to see him without Masky. It's like they are attached at the hip sometimes but I can't complain though I am not sure what he sees in Masky. Masky seems to be a dick to me most of the time. Yet Hoodie loves the guy.

       "Ummm hey man." I said to him with a small and awkward wave. All he did was nod at me but didn't walk away from me. I looked at him. His stance was a little off. I looked him up and down. Then I spoke.

        "Um Y-you good man?" He shook his head and sat down on a tree stump nearby. I walked near him and sat on a rock I found laying around.

          "You um y-y-y-you wanna l-like talk a-about it?" As the question left my mouth I ticked and all my bones popped. He signed and then spoke for the first time ever at least around me.

            "Masky found a house on fire nearby. Said you probably fucked up your mission. I mean I know he is right I can tell by looking at you. But he lost his cool and almost started to shout and we lost our upper hand on the cops. I tried to help him. I couldn't believe they shot him. He almost died in my arms and now he's back in the woods with Jeff and Jeff is having the time of his life. Laughing about how the big almighty Masky fucked up so bad and now has to rely on him. He's having a hay day with it. I don't blame him yet I can't help but feel bad for Masky. He's been so stressed and anxious about everything and the meds he's on to stop the voices doesn't help that he has a drinking problem and I am pretty sure he's on all types of drugs." I sat in shock. I knew Timothy had a problem but I didn't know shit was this bad.

          "What voices?" I looked over at Hoodie. I watched as he seemed to realize that he may have said too much yet he continued.

         "Since before he started to work with Slender man he's been hearing these voices. There is screaming. Yelling. Telling him what to do. Telling him who to trust. Every action he takes is either the choice of the voice or he's fighting against the voice. It takes so much out of him to fight against it. He drinks, he smokes, he does drugs which is all to try and block out the voices. Slender man has talked to doctor Smiley about it all. They made these meds which he takes every day and almost every hour to try and block out these voices but they haven't been working so he's back on drugs and drinking and even smoking. I'm worried about it all. He has barely been getting any sleep. He has bags under his eyes he can hardly stay awake nowadays. The fact the mission didn't go to plan he finally lost his shit. I don't know how to help him...." He was looking down and I think he started to cry. I grabbed his shoulders, shook him a little and gave him a stern look.

          "Hoodie we can make it through. I think I may have brought our saving grace." I gave him a wide smile and explained everything. As I explained we walked back to the manor for help for Masky. Hoodie just nodded when needed. As we got there we walked in to loud screams and the manor shaking. I soon realized it was coming from Fionna's room. I bolted to her room and slammed open her door. She was laying in her bed thrashing around clawing at her own skin bleeding everywhere. I grabbed her and pulled off her bed holding her close. I took her hands in my left making sure she stopped scratching at her own skin. I smoothed her hair and whispered sweet nothings to her as I smoothed her. She soon stopped screaming and just sobbed for a bit. I just rocked back and forth with her until she stopped crying all together. Her wounds healed all up but somewhat scarred. She woke up and looked around.