What About Me? (Ticci Toby X Masky)

Chapter Seven

Masky's P.O.V.

I've lost count of the days. I can't tell how long I've been here. At first, I thought I had a grip, that I wouldn't loose my mind. But bit by bit, what was left of my sanity drained away. I can't help but wonder how everyone is. How Toby is. Maybe he's moved on, found a life that suited him better. Or maybe he's dead. I've found that my sense of sympathy has vanished. I can barley feel at all.

Maybe it's all the torture. Have I mentioned that? Vincent had been kind enough as to give me daily, agonizing torture. That's who I've been trapped with, by the way. It's pretty much been hell. In fact, I'm not sure that I'm not dead. I think everyone had forgotten about me. I wouldn't be surprised. Toby probably forgot.

Sometimes, I forget about Toby. I forget that I care for him, I forget his face, his voice, the feeling of his hands resting over mine. I forget about the the others too. However, I am unable to recall their names. I think one had a name of Joseph? John? Jack? Who knows.

I don't know how much longer I can last. I feel lonely, and empty, and I just want to die already. But something is keeping me here. Every time I've come close to letting go, there's this feeling, that I can't die yet. That there's some one who needs me, and I can't abandon them. But who, or what, I haven't the slightest clue.

Suddenly, the door opens, and out pops Vincent. He's smiling, as per usual, and is holding shears in his hands. Oh boy, today will be fun.

He walks over to me, opening and closing the shears, a wicked grin on his gray face. He walks slowly over to me, circling around behind me. He drops the shears, and pulls me up, adjusting the chains so that I'm standing. He once again holds the shears and traces the blade across my ankles. Without any warning, he quickly uses the shears to cut my Achilles heel on my right foot. I immediately scream in pain, tears streaming down from my eye.

My body violently shakes, and I can feel the blood pour out of my wound. Not giving me any time to recover, he does the same to my left foot. I shake again, chains rattling, though inaudible due to my scream. Vincent is laughing manically, licking the blood off the blade. He bends down, and starts sucking on the cut. This is even more unbearable, because I can feel his tongue moving around the severed tendons and nerves.

After a couple minutes, my screams die down, and he throws the shears off to the side, lowering my down so that I'm sitting. He grabs my hands and places them on a side table he moved in front of me. He secures my hands, and grabs some pliers, and attaches them to my thumb. He immediately proceeds to rip of my finger nail. I scream and shake my hand trying to escape. It's no use. He continues to do this with every nail on my left hand. Eventually the pain became so much I couldn't produce any more sound. I was silent, my shaking being the only indication of my suffering.

He seems to realized I'm done entertaining him with my pain, and so he cleans the weapons and leaves. He has been kind enough to clean each wound, as to avoid infections. I sigh, and decide to get some rest before he comes back.

Slenderman's P.O.V.

It's been over three months since Masky has gone missing. At first, everyone assumed he got lost, or needed to lay low for a while. After realizing he wasn't coming back, Toby went into a sort of, depressed state. Jeff did his best to try and cheer him up, but nothing is working. I just hope Masky comes home, before the unthinkable happens.

I've been avoiding Toby, for I know he is waiting for me to find Masky. I feel sympathetic for the boy, though there is nothing I can do to help.

I recently learned something about Masky's condition. I know not where he is, but I am losing a grip on his mental wavelengths. This seems to imply his attachment to this life is fading away. I need to do something quick.

Toby's P.O.V.

I cant wait any longer. Everyday the house grows sadder and sadder without Maskys presence. It's around midnight, and with everyone asleep, I sneak out. I've no clue where he could be. The only person I can think of that would want revenge on Slenderman is Jason. I've read about him in Sledy's books. He has some grudge against the guy because of something that happened a while ago. Alright. Let's go get Masky back.

The first place I look is Jason's house. It would appear that no one is home. Perfect. I open a window and climb through. The house is very dark, and I cant see that well. I take another step, and suddenly fall over. I look down at my legs to see what happened, and a dog with a huge grotesque smile is chewing on my leg. Great.

I easily kick him away, finishing him off with one of my hatchets. I get up and continue on with my search, but yet again fall over. It would appear my leg is useless. I sigh,and without any hesitation, use my hatchet to cut off my broken foot. I wrap up the wound so that I don't bleed out, and once again look for Masky, ignoring the annoying limp I have.

I see a door that leads down to a basement, and eagerly hurry downstairs. Once there, I have to search for a light switch. Finally I find one, and turn it on. I see a bloody figure chained up in the corner, I hobble over and lift up the persons face, only to see Masky. His feet are wrapped up in bandages, and he is missing his fingernails and other various cuts and bruises. What stands out the most, is a hollow cave where his eye should be. Tears fall from my eyes as I unchain him and hug him so very tightly. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and look up at him.

"Yes?" I ask. He looks nervous before replying with;

"Who are you?"

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Time seemed to freeze. Toby could just barley breathe, as he tightly held the one he loved. The one who forgot him. Masky kept trying to get away from Toby, demanding to know who he is and why he's there. Masky won't shut up about some Vincent dude, but Toby not couldn't hear him. Toby couldn't hear anything.

He just kept thinking about what Masky said. Who are you? I'm Toby. I'm the guy who's in love with you. Why can't you remember? Toby froze suddenly, a tightness in his chest. He grabs his chest over his heart, and falls to the ground, gasping for air. His heart felt strange, and Toby didn't like this feeling. He feels something. Something new. Something he wasn't supposed to feel. He felt pain. And it was terrifying.

Masky, still very confused, tried to comfort Toby, though this only made him start crying. Not knowing what to do, Masky hugged him. Because it's what he would have wanted if he were in this much pain. He felt like he should know who this strange person is. He felt like he should remember. He knows he's forgotten his life. He can't remember anything. What happened to him?