Please Don't Take Him (TicciMask)

Til The Very End.

Tim caressed Toby's cheek, holding the head into his chest.
Even though Brian was screaming at him to carry on and keep fighting, Tim couldn't break away from his lovers side.
The war around him seemed no longer.

His tears leaked down his cheeks. His mask ripped away, tired red eyes trying to revive the dying male.
Tim covered the wound up the best he could with his hand, trying to make it stop bleeding. His Orange jacket being soaked with blood, that oozed easily out of the male below.

"Toby- Toby come on look at me! Look at me. Look at me . Please don't go .." He patted the cheek, trying to keep the male up. "Come on you can stay up- come on Toby.. You stupid asshole.." He shook the male slightly.

It was true, Toby could not feel anything. Nor pain, Nor pleasure. But he knew he was dying. The sudden heavy weight upon him and how everything seemed to be so far away. He could barely hear the cries of someone begging. His vision was burred but he could make out a figure standing upon him. A warmth around his body.

Tim's hands shook slightly, small droplets of rain falling onto them both. The water washing away the sweat of having fighting so long, and the blood that sweep out the slowly dying body.

The world around them didn't matter no more..

How can Tim fight when he was useless to save the one person he loved? Was reality telling him he was not compatible to have such short amount of happiness?

Suddenly there was a thud, and Tim turned his head to see his best friend Brian had fallen back. Slipping upon the mud, that the rain has caused.

A demonic like creature approached him about to make his final kill, but wasn't accounting the hooded man to counter his plan.

" Tim..we're out numbered! We either retreat or Die here!" Brian said as he scrambled to get up off the muddy ground.

" Then help me pick up Toby! C'mon!" Timothy said as he shifted the male in his arms. A pitiful expression crossed Brain's face.

" We have to leave him behind.. we won't be able to cross the boundaries line if we're lugging him with us... he's already de-" Brain didn't finish his sentence seeing his best friend giving him a look of denial.

Toby was barely breathing, It would be a miracle even if they make it out and he is still alive. He's bleeding to death, but Tim refused to knowledge it.

" Dont worry Tim.. I can't feel any pain.." Toby gave a lopsided smile, the blood coated his teeth. This only made Tim whimper.

" You idiot.. you stupid fucking idiotic.. idiot.. I should have been paying more attention at our surroundings. It's my fault you gotten hurt." Tim teared up.

For once in his miserable life, Tim finally gotten something that gave him happiness. And now, it was being all taken away.

" You can make it.. its just a small flesh wound.. you can take it right, Rogers?! We can go back and stitch it." Tim tried to pull Toby onto his feet. But due to losing so much blood, the twitchy male was too weak to stand.

Around the Proxies, In the shadows, lurked the demonic like creatures that crept upon thier earth. They seemed to be a threat to the Pasta's that worked among with slender.

This mission was to get close and see where these creatures came from, but simple a mission can lead the other way.

Their time was ticking. The shadowy creatures growl and seemed to close in on the trio. Brian knew he didn't have enough bullets in his gun to take them all on. Either was run now, or stay and be torn apart.

Toby turned his head away from Tim, who was busy trying to stop the bleeding. Tim was mumbling to himself about Getting back all in one piece. That this was just a nightmare.Toby eyes met Brian as he mouth the words: ' Take Him.'

Toby knew he wasn't going to make it.

Brian knew his best friend will forever hate him for this... But Toby seemed to also sense the demonic creatures intention as well.

He grabbed Tim by his Orange jacket and literally dragged the male away from the dying body. He blocked out the cries and yelling of his best friend, demanding him to let him go.

Toby was soon alone.. he stared up at the canopy of the trees as the rain above fell. The darkness crawled into his vision.

A ghost like smile form on his lips a he whispered his last goodbye into the wind.

Brain Knew If they make it back to their Territory they would be safe, the creatures wouldn't dare cross the line. They seem to know their own limits.

" LET ME GO!" Tim yelled kicking out his arms and legs.

Just a bit more, until we reach the boundary line.' Brain though as he stumbled over mud and tree roots. Dragging a kicking male behind.

The creatures seemed to follow them, yet they didn't attack. Almost mocking the two.. they seemed to take great satisfaction upon taking one life today.

There upon the line, stood a tall slender creature awaiting for his Proxies to return back to him. It seemed Tim had given up on trying to get out of the hooded man's grip. He allowed himself to be dragged back.

" My Proxies You made it back.." The Slender man said as he held his long hand out to help the two that escaped. The demonic creatures screech out at slender but didn't dare approach him.

" Not all.. we lost Toby.." brain said sadly as he turned his attention to a very silent Tim.

Brain worried for his friend mental health. Having lost his love.. this would have an emotional scar. Know Tim, those depression pills won't be enough.

He would have to keep a close eye on him.

" We can discuss this later about the death of Ticci Toby. I will be sure to prepare a ceremony of losing a great proxy of mines.. but for now, I suggest you need treatment. Hoodie. Masky. Returned to the mansion." He spoke telepathically.

Tim wasn't looking too good, His body trembling from the cold of the rain but also from witnessing the death of his happiness. He never felt so weak..

Yes, Toby was annoying. But he seemed to bring at least light into the mansion. When things gotten too serious, he would try to to ease the tension.

Everyone would think Toby is some stupid proxy who obsessed over waffles, but that was just not it. He was actually a pretty smart guy. He just hid behind insanity and a childish persona. Tim gotten to know the True Rogers.

But now.. Toby was gone..

No longer he would have the teen bug him morning, Noon, or Night. No longer he will feel someone constantly poking his side why repeating his name like a broken record.

Tears once again poured down his face.

The image of Toby, dying in his arms flashed through his mind.

The last smile he gave....

Tim could only hold himself and cry.
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A/N:
Basically this was a Roleplay was I did with My Birdie <3

Kinda looked like a great story to write so I did it. Took me Seven days to write this.. I feel I lost my skills. =~=

Anyways, Hope you liked it. (or not cause you know.. feels)

-TobyKillsyou