TicciMask (incomplete and abandoned)

Tim (backstory)

SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING THIS IS AN EXTRA LONG CHAPTER ON TIM! HOPE YOU ENJOY THERE MIGHT BE A PART 2 AND A TOBY BACKSTORY!

Tim's POV

I woke up with blurry vision and a heavy head. "where's my medic-" I fall onto the ground with a thud crawling to the bathroom. I started breathing heavily and coughing loudly. No. I thought this was over! What is happening!?

4 years earlier

I threw the white mask with black features into the donation box by the park. I'm finally rid of that thing. I took the orange bottle out of my grey hoodie pocket and twisted the cap.

It's finally over.

I popped two pills into my hand and swallowed them dry.

The sickness...

I closed the bottle and put it back into my pocket.

...Is done.

I walked along the sidewalk back to my home and stopped remembering it was burned to the ground by Alex.

Damn. I'm homeless.

I kept walking down that sidewalk further and further from that park.

From that mask.

Back to now

I curled onto the bathroom floor and coughed up blood. If I coughed any harder I would cough up all my organs onto the tile. I reached my hand up with blood dripping off of my face and arms as I reach for the bottle.

Toby help!

Back to the past

I sat down on the side of the road with my head rested on my hands. As dark clouds rolled overhead I decided to stand up ant try to catch a ride from someone. I put my hand out as an orange car rolled by and stopped. It was a middle aged woman with brown hair and bags under her eyes.

"Sir do you need a ride?" she asked after she rolled down the window. I glanced up at the sky as raindrops dripped down onto my face. I looked back at the woman and nodded. "You should get in the back. The font seat is crowded." I nodded and opened the back door of the car and sat inside. I slammed the door and as I did I felt cold eyes on me. I looked beside me and saw a kid in his mid teens sitting there. He had messy dark brown hair and green/brown eyes. He was wearing a grey jacket with darker and lighter grey stripes and a blue hood. An unusual jacket. He had a pale grey complection and I swear I saw him tic and twitch. He wouldn't take his cold eyes off of me as he studied me. To be honest it made me very uncomfortable. Like there was something wrong with me that he would notice.

Maybe he could?

"Where are you going?" The woman asked me. "I don't have anywhere to go really...so...the nearest homeless shelter I guess..." I said quietly and the kids eyes softened a little bit. "Oh dear." the woman said. "And you are so young and handsome too. What a shame." she said shaking her head. "I'll tell you what. You can stay with us for awhile. Would you like to?" she asked glancing into the mirror to see my reaction.

Of course I would want to. Food, clean clothes, a warm house. That all sounds great right now. "Sure. I would love to stay with you Miss..." I trailed off not knowing what to call her. "Mrs. Rodgers." she responded. "oh and this is my son Toby." I glanced over to the boy and his neck made a loud cracking noise. "Hello T-Toby." I said with a nervous smile. His look hardened once again and I looked away, not wanting to see those cold eyes.

"What is your name?" She asked.

"Timothy. But you can call me Tim."

Tim. That name gave me a headache. That awful nickname he gave me. But..now they are dead. All of them.

I sighed and rested my head on the window as rain continuously dripped down the window and I closed my eyes.

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It's been a week since I've been here and Toby hasent said anything to me. Something about him just dosent seem right. I know he has mental disorders. His sister also just died in a car accident, when he was in the car with her.

"Tim!" Mrs. Rodgers shouted from downstairs "Dinner!" I sighed and walked downstairs. Mr. Rodgers was home this time and he and Toby watched me closely as I sat down across from the teen.

He didn't take his eyes off of me as we ate. At least I have my own room or else he would probably stare at me as I slept. I shivered at the thought of him watching me change but also blushed. I looked up at Toby and he had an extremely confused face focused on me.

"Tobias it's rude to stare at people at the dinner table." He nodded to his mother and cracked his neck. Thank god he would finally stop!

At 11:23pm I took a quick shower before I went to bed, contemplating what is the problem with Toby. He was so strange. He always had his fingers bandaged from biting the complete flesh off of them, due to his lack of pain.

I stepped out of the shower and dressed myself in Toby's old sweatpants which went to my ankles and my grey tee shirt. My brown hair hung over by deep blue eyes, dripping onto the tee shirt making dark splotches. I walked into my room to find a dark figure sitting on my bed. "Toby?" I asked slowly walking closer to the bed. "This is my room kid. You gotta get out.." I said as I was close enough to touch the shoulder of the figure. It turned to face me and it had a black mask with red eyes and a red frown. My eyes widened as I saw the white mask in his hands...

Along with a gun...

He shoved the mask onto my face and took my pills away from me. My vision was darkened by the mask as I started coughing loudly. I reached my hand up to hit the man but he hit me over the head.

CRASH!!

I blacked out soon after, with the mask still on my face.

He's back from the dead.

Hoodie!!