Toby
I grabbed the handle of the door to the backyard and pulled it. It slid open noisily and came to a thud as I stomped outdoors.
Why does he have to be so fucking angry all the time? He yells at me at every little shit detail.
I run my fingers through my hair as I let out a sigh.
Masky hates you retard!
Why are you such a screw up?
The voice screeched at me. They were so loud that I couldn't even hear my own voice.
You always have to make him mad.
Can't you just do something right for once?
Stop...
I feel bad for the Creepypastas, they have to deal with you.
Please...
How does Masky and Hoodie put up with you?
"N-No more! NO MORE!" I covered my ears with my hands and fell to my knees screaming. "ST-STOP! PLEASE! NO MORE! NO M-MORE!"
But they continued.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as my
head was throbbing.
"Toby?" Masky stood in the door frame, terrified. His eyes were wide and his hands was shaking.
"WHAT?" I yelled, my hands still pressed firmly to the sides of my head.
Masky
I heard him screaming. My victims scream, but this one chilled me down to my bones.
I got up from the table and walked outside and I saw him..
Kneeling down, holding his head. and his voice burned into my brain.
"Toby?" I called. I mean I knew he was suffering from voices and tics but this was...extreme.
"WHAT?" He yelled at me and before I knew it...I don't know why..but I got mad.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP TOBY IM TRYING TO EAT!"
He stumbled back a bit and scrunched up his eyebrows.
"I'm s-sorry, I'll try to s-scream a little qu-quieter so you can enjoy your breakfast t-time." He spat at me with sarcasm and venom as he ran past me. I stood there motionless until I heard the sound of his room door closing. I sat back down and everyone stared at me.
"Eat." I said as I continued myself.
Toby
I huddled myself in the corner of my room, the lights were off. The voices continued but I just let them.
It's funny. I hear them everyday, but I never get use to them. I thought I would myself, but it's been years and I still can't bear them.
I thought about this...over and over again until my crying turned into a laughter. A loud, maniacal, angry laughter.
I held my sides rolling on the floor.
(A/n: Welp :/ Toby's really crazy now. Yay XD)
Then I stopped. I stopped moving, I stopped listening, and I stopped laughing. I just sat there. Staring at nothing. I just existed.
And in that time, I realized. I don't have anyone that actually fucking cares about me. I could jump off a bridge and Slender would find a new proxy, I could hang myself and Masky and Hoodie would just dispose of my body because it's taking up space, I could starve myself and no one would even notice. But those things seemed way to hard, so I cut.
I had a razor from before in my bedside drawer. I pulled it out and say on my bed, beginning to slice into my skin.
I couldn't feel anything, but it looked so pretty. The dark red liquid that begun to seep out onto my skin. It was nice.
I started to think some more, while I was bleeding out.
The creepypastas, the voices, everyone, make fun of me.
Do they think I can't feel it? What dumb asses. I can't feel physical pain, but I still suffer from mental and emotional pain. Words are my knife and actions are my rope. To think I was retarded, those idiots don't even u understand.
Haha.
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Twitched Love
Fanfiction"I hate you!" "Don't lie to yourself, it'll only hurt more." -------- When the arguments between Masky and Toby end, a strange attachment arises and insults turn into wounds. A tale of love, tears, and tragedy between a deluded boy and a delirious...
