Ticci Toby

Chapter eleven

A/N:
Hey guys, I'm bored and I got another idea for this book, so I thought I would post another chapter. Hope y'all enjoy! :)

For weeks I was beaten.
For weeks I couldn't move.
For weeks I was in so much pain.
And for weeks my screams could be heard through the whole building.
Scabs started to form all over my body where I was whipped and some slowly started to turn into scars.
My hands are bloody as well...I keep chewing on them even though I told myself to get out of that habit...
I'm afraid.
So incredibly afraid.
Every night I hear someone screaming and to be honest, I'm not sure if it's mine...or someone else's.
I've lost all hope to live, and I relay my story to the man with the glasses every day until he feels it's time for my 'treatment'.
Right now, I'm curled up against the wall shaking as my eyes close and tears spill out. I sob my heart out until I've got no more tears to shed and a reoccurring thought comes into my mind.
And that is to run back to my mom and never leave her again...
I miss her. She's the only thing keeping me sane anymore. Just the thought of her makes the pain go away.
"Toby..." My eyes open and I see someone in front of me; their face covered by a shadow. "My God, what did they do to you?"
I inhale a sharp intake of breath that I didn't mean to do. The person bent down next to me and I saw who it was...
Jeff.
"Jeff?" I croak out.
"Hey there, Toby." He says.
"What're you doing here?" I ask. My eyes widen and I suddenly become frantic. "They'll kill you-!" He covers my mouth with his hand and shushes me.
"I don't have a lot of time, but I just came to tell you that we will be setting you free. Just hold out a little while longer. They're coming to get us." Jeff says.
"Who's 'they'?" I ask.
"Slender and the gang." He replies. "Now, go to sleep." He stands up and suddenly disappears in the shadows.

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"Toby, wake up!" I hear someone say. My eyes twitch a little and I open them up to see the man with the glasses standing over me. His voice was different from usual...it was kind...sweet even...
"Why?" I croak. I look around and see the guards with the man and I quickly jump to a sitting position and I cower in fear.
"I would like you to get dressed." The man points to a pile of clothing on a table on the other side of the room and I slowly stand up and walk towards the clothes; making sure to keep an eye on the guards. "Take off his cuffs." The man barks the order at the guards and they go towards me and hold out a key to unlock my cuffs.
Once free of the cuffs, I look at my hands and think about strangling the man right here, right now...but that will only lead to more whipping...I flinch before continuing towards the clothes. I smile once I see my hoodie and I pull it on over my head. My jeans are ripped, and I see that they provided me with a new pair. I slip those on and that's when I see it...
My scarf.
I reach out to grab it, but hesitate to see if the man will tell me no.
He says no such thing.
I quickly take the scarf and I put it over my mouth and I immediately feel happier with some sort of protection from people seeing my mouth injury.
My hair falls over my eyes almost like it knows we're back in uniform...except...
"W-where are my g-goggles?" I ask.
"Give the boy his goggles, gentlemen." The man says. One of the guards hands me my goggles and I quickly put them on. Now I'm in uniform!
"Why are y-you giving me m-my clothes?" I ask.
"Because I feel as though it is time for your treatment to stop-" he looks down at my hands and sees that they're bloody and torn. "Eh..."
I make a move to hide my hands, but the guards stop me by taking my arms and pulling me towards another table where they carefully wrap my injured hands.
Fuck. I think. Doesn't this feel familiar...
"Do you wish to tell me more of your story, Toby?" The man with the glasses asks.
I stare at him before I carefully sit down on the floor. I look at the wall in front if me and I see that my blood now stains these walls...

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For two years I've lived with these psychopaths and during those two years, I felt like I belonged.
No more worry about what my mother would think of me, I now only worry about whether I can make it through the day without trying to murder Masky.
"Toby, today's your nineteenth birthday and you're telling me you don't want to go on a spree? What's wrong with you?!" Masky said as we walked through the forest towards camp.
"I j-just don't usually d-do things on my b-birthday..." I said.
"Well that's boring." Hoodie said as he wiped off some blood from his knife.
"God, you bring that thing everywhere and there is always blood on it! Whose blood is it this time?" Masky snapped.
"Relax, it's just blood from EJ." Hoodie replied. Masky and I stare at him and it only just occurred to him how that sounded. "No! Nonono! I didn't kill EJ! He wanted me to kill a deer for him and to bring back kidneys."
I snort. "W-what's with him and th-those goddamned k-kidneys?" I asked.
"Like you haven't already figured that out." Masky said.
"Why can't he j-just go get them himself instead of a-asking us to do it for him?" I asked.
"Because he's lazy, Jackass." Masky snickered. I smiled underneath my scarf.