Toby yawned as he sat up in his bed, rubbing his tired eyes. He was really getting sick of this, always tossing and turning, feeling tired but not sleeping. It wasn't new however, it was always like this. Toby would go up to his dark room for the night, and just toss and turn, and when he did end up getting sleep he'd have nightmares. Horrible ones. It was always the same. The crash, his sisters mangled corpse, the fire, his after, he would always jolt awake in the same cold sweat, would always cry after, would always feel so empty and alone. He was sick of it, but he was used to it.
"You should be asleep..." A voice said from the door, it's words slurred heavily.
Toby jumped and looked over to his door. In the dark hie could make out a figure, which started to slowly move closer to him. "Why are you up..." He asked, crawling onto Toby's bed.
"M-M-Masky...?" Toby asked, shaking his head as he scooted back against the wall in confusion. Masky pulled off his mask and carelessly threw it to the floor as he pulled the blanket off of Toby.
"Sssh..." He shushed Toby. His breath with thick with alcohol. It was rare for Masky to drink.
"M-Masky..." Toby stuttered out, feeling the cold air hit his now exposed skin. "I-It's cold..." He murmured, not quite sure on what to do at this point. He really was scared, he's seen what alcohol can do to people.
"Bad boys who stay up too late need to be punished..." Masky breathed out, his voice husky and thick with arousal as he slipped a warm hand up Toby's loose black T-shirt. He ran his hands along Toby's thin waist and flat stomach, then stopped for a second to examine the shirt. He could have sworn he'd seen Jeff wearing the exact same shirt.
"H-hey!" Toby tried to push Masky away and slip past him.
"Don't make this harder for yourself Rogers..." Masky growled, roughly grabbing Toby's wrists and and pinning them above his head, using his other hand to play with the smaller much younger boys nipples.
"Ngh... M-Masky s-stop!" Toby shouted as he twitched violently, struggling against Masky's grip.
"I'm warning you, Rogers." Masky growled, attacking Toby's neck, bitting and sucking roughly. Toby whimpered out, giving up, letting all his muscles relax. He was too tired to try and escape, he just looked down as tears formed in his eyes. "Get comfortable Rogers, we have all night."
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Fanfiction((Hello! This story has been discontinued and is currently being remade over on @Eggplant_Granola's account, go drop by there and give the newer version a read!!)) Toby is a broken boy, he is lost and empty. He may be numb to pain, but not emotional...
