Creepypasta 7 minutes in heaven

Ticci Toby

As soon as you shoved your hand into the bag you felt something cold, probably metal. You grab it, pulling your hand from the bag to examine the item in the light. "A lighter?" You accidentally ask aloud. You hear a few childish coos come from a few of the boys. Apparently, its obvious who you picked but, you have no clue. Maria snickers and pushes you into the closet, closing the door before going to retrieve the person you picked. The closet was dark and quiet, you being in there alone. Bored, you lightly began to sway the lighter between your fingers. Then you noticed, the lighter was empty. To confirm this, you flip open the lid and try to spark it a couple of times. Yup, not a drop of lighter fluid.
Suddenly, the door flew open, grabbing your attention. "W-w-wait, Maria!" You hear a familiar boy's voice call out as Maria pushes him inside. He tripped over a couple of boxes and fell on his ass, making a loud thud. He whimpered as you saw his silhouette rubbing his butt. You couldn't help but laugh.
"Seven minutes you two~!" You notice a kind of tone in her voice suggesting she thought that you two would have a lot of... 'fun'. A small 'tch' escaped you lips as she closed the door, shrouding the room in complete darkness.
You touch the wall in hopes of knowing where you were before calling out, "Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah! I was just fucking w-with her, I can't feel anything anyway!" He laughs. "... I can't see a damn thing in here!" The male voice whined. You chuckle and walk towards where you think the voice originate from. Scaling the wall until you feel your foot kick something. "Ouch!"
"Oh! I'm so sorry!"
"You forget quickl-ly!" He laughs again, causing you to roll you eyes.
You laugh as you squat down offering him your hand, "Here."
"Huh?" It takes him a couple of seconds to realize you are offering your hand to him. "Oh," His gloved hand slides into yours and you try to pull him up. Though, he doesn't actually use you for support as he stands. "Th-thanks!"
"Here's your lighter," You set it in his palm and he begins to drop it in his back pocket as you ask, "It's empty, you might wanna refill it soon."
"Huh?" He scratches the back of his head before explaining, "I don't actually use it... Actually, I'm terrified of f-fire." He let out a nervous laugh.
"Why do you keep it then?" You ask quizzically.
"I..." A gap took place in his words, "I dunno. When I woke up here I had it. Slendy says its from my past. S-so, I figured I'd hold onto it..."
You think for a moment as you notice your eyes had adjusted enough to see his face, pretty close to your, "Can I ask you something?"
He chuckles and raises a brow to you, cracking his neck, "I thought this was seven minutes in heaven, not twenty q-questions."
You roll your eyes and playfully punch his shoulder before your eyes snap to him again, "Why do you wear that mask?"
"Oh..." You notice his gaze move away from you, "Uh... Slendy says I h-have to."
You frown and place your palm on his cheek, ignoring his widening eyes as you turn his face to look at you, "Why?"
"I-I... Uhm..." You felt his cheek heat up against you palm before he let our a nervous sigh, "I... well sometimes I... I chew on my fingers... and... and I have a scar... I think it g-grosses people out. Or something." You heard a slight sadness in his voice, which was quite a change from his usual happy, hyper self.
You were quiet for a moment before speaking, "Toby?"
"Yeah?"
You swallowed, hoping he wouldn't be offended, "Can I see it?"
He let out a laugh, seeming to relax, "Nah, I don't think you'd w-want to look at-"
"I do..." You spoke softly, letting your hands travel to the back of his neck. You expected him to pull away or ask you to stop but, he didn't. His eyes are locked onto you, quietly watching you as you unsnap the back of his mask, letting it fall off of his face to the floor. Your eyes locked on the hole on the side of his mouth with warped skin twisting up his cheek. He started to turn his face in an attempt to hide it but, you quickly turned it back, locking eyes with him. "There's nothing wrong with it, Toby... You actually look pretty bad ass." You chuckled.
Finally, a smile curled into his lips as he let out a slight laugh. A gloved hand came to hold your cheek, his thumb running across your lips, "You're actually v-very beautiful, [y/n]."
Before you could properly react you felt Toby's lips press against yours. His hands gripping your hips, pinning you to the wall. Your eyes widen but, you quickly melt into his kiss. You bring your hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer to further deepen your kiss. His hand twitches upwards, slightly lifting your shirt. You feel his lips curl into a smile, as he uses the opportunity to slip his hands under under your shirt to caress your bare hips. You push your tongue past his lips, letting your tongues twist together. Letting your hands begin to lift his shirt, your fingertips touch something out of place on his stomach.
Curiosity finally overwhelmed you to the point of breaking the perfect kiss. You pull away to hear Toby whine, missing your lips. You smile but lift his shirt to see a stitched up gash on his stomach, "What's this?"
Toby laughed, "E.J. tried to take one of my kidneys last w-week."
Suddenly, the door flew open, "Times up, loveb-" Maria started but, stopped as she saw you lifting Toby's shirt.
"Whoa," Ben started, "This is soo backwards." He laughed, Toby joining in quickly. You bend down to grab Toby's mask, putting it on for him. His eyes soften as he watches you. He cracks his neck before leading you out of the room, his hand on your waist. But, you don't mind. Clock is looking at you strangely but, you quickly forget about her as you and Toby take a seat on the couch, him resting his arm around you.
As the game began to start up, two boys got thrown in the closet, earning so many protests and drama. Toby leans over to your ear and whispers, "You should stay in m-my room tonight... You know, so I can make sure Jack doesn't try and take you kidneys." The two of you giggle together, a couple of people noticing how close you two had gotten.
You smiled at him and nodded, "I'd like that." You have a a feeling you're going to love your new life.