Creepypasta Lemon Pie

Toby x Masky I'll Teach You (Part 1)

Ship: Masky and Toby

Warnings: None

Writer: The Potato Shipper

Pov: Masky's

"I don't care!" Toby squeaked and turned away.

"Look, Toby." I started to reason, "you're Slenderman's right hand man, and as stupid as the creepypasta dance is, you have to be there,"

"I can't-"

"Yes you can go!"

"No! Masky!" Toby whined and held his knees to his chest.

"Then why?"

"Masky I can't dance, I don't know how to dance. I never went to school dances, no one wanted to go with me! No one wants to go with me now so there's no point!"

Toby started to get up. i knew that he would run off to his room and recount ever time someone turned him down, bullied him, or made fun of him. And I knew that Toby would loose any confidence that he had built up since the last time Jeff made fun of him. Its not that Toby makes it obvious that he's sad. In fact I think I'm the only one who ever notices and I can't stand it. It's weird to think that someone who can't feel it when you stab him, can feel it when you remind him of his past. Heart ache is  the only thing he's felt his whole life and I can't do anything about it.

"I'll go with you!" I blurted. "I will go to the dance with you!" Toby looked at me shocked. "No one wanted to go to the dance with you because they were closed minded pieces of shit!" stood right in front of him, he tensed up but didn't say anything. "They didn't know you. The real you. There's more to you than just tics." Toby looked down.

"I still can't dance."

"I'll teach you." I held out my hand. He kept his head down but looked up with his eyes. Finally he took my hand and with a small smile, he stood up.

"Okay, Timothy. Teach me."

 I scoffed and grabbed his other hand, placing it on shoulder and I took of onto the first step. "Okay, follow what I do." He watched my feet for a while. Then I tilt his head up so that he has to look at me. I start to say something about how he's not supposed to look down but he stumbles to second he looks up. Then we both stop. 

He lets go of my hand and puts it behind my head, his other hand slides from my shoulder up my neck and also to the back of my head. The strap to my mask is pulled over my head, and the mask is removed from my face. Toby throws it over onto his bed then looks back at me. In a comfortable trance I don't break eye contact with him, but I undo the clips that holds the barrier that keeps me separated from his soft lips.

Blindly I toss it over with my forgotten mask. He goggles are already up, resting upon his head. He begins to say something but just smiles instead. I chuckle and get ready to start dancing again, but I decide to take, what you could call a leap of faith.

Before Toby looked back down I grabbed both sides of his face pressed my lips against his. He breath in deeply through his nose, like a gasp, then threw his arms around my neck and kissed back. After he pulled away Toby smiled again and pressed his forehead against mine.

"Toby! Masky!" Ben yelled from outside to door. "Come on! Its time for the dance!"