Twitched Love

Night Time and Nightmares

(A/N) : AHH SORRY GUYS THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA SHORT AND NOT REALLY? IDK ENJOYYYYYY
Third Person
The three pastas didn't sleep as soundlessly as the others.
Jeff was in his room. Anger flowing through his body. He was knocking items around. His bed stand, painting, desk, lamps, anything he could find, was scattered across his floor.
He grabbed his knife and started to slash his walls just like before, so there were already many marks in them.

Masky on the others hand was more controlled. But Angry? Yes. Jealous? Yes Destroying his room? No.

He was hitting his hand on his head. Over and over again, through frustration. He groaned and fell against his bed. He wasn't the type to make things messy. No matter how bad he wanted to, he knew he would have to clean it up in the end.

And let's see. Toby. He was staying up for different reasons. Something came back. Something that Toby would never want to experience again. His nightmares.

Toby
There was a whole serenade of light. Red and blue. I saw the paramedics and people. I felt cramped, like I was stuck. I couldn't feel anything though.

The car I was in looked far beyond fixable. It was crushed in, debts everywhere, the windows broken into tiny pieces. Everything was, a disaster.

I look to my right to see my sister. She was bleeding...a lot. Glass was in her hair, in her face, and she laid there motionlessly.

"Oh my god!" I shriek. I kept calling her name, wishing that she would wake up. I started to grab at my hair, clawing at my face, hoping that this wasn't real.

I started to breathe rapidly, frantically.

And then...

I woke up with a scream. Sweat was plastered all over my face, making my hair stick to me. My door opened, but my eyes were closed, holding back tears.

I grabbed at my hair like I did in my dream. I don't know why, but I continued to scream. Over and over again each on filled with more agony than the last.

"Toby. Calm down." It was Masky.

I tensed. I didn't even hear him come in.

And I couldn't control myself. I didn't listen to his words.

"Toby. Please."

I looked at him. His mask was off. I rarely saw his face. But it calmed me. I stopped screaming, moving, pulling. I just stared.

"M-Masky.." I whispered, voice hoarse from shrieking.

He sat on my bed next to me and brought a hand to my face.

"You're safe. Toby it was just a dream."

Masky
He stopped screaming. So that let me let my nerves rest for a little. I held him towards my chest, tightly. Showing him that I was here for him.

The other Pastas had awoken in fright and had gathered around outside of Toby's closed door. I told them to wait out there and practically begged Slender for him to stay out.

"You're safe. Toby it was just a dream."

He shook his head, his eyes closed, tears dripping.

"I-it wasn't j-just a d-dream." He whispered "I-it was real s-she's dead."

He said the last word with so much sadness that I couldn't help but frown.

"Who's dead Toby?"

"H-her. Her! Her!" He started to shout the word over and over again. "S-she's f-fucking dead M-Masky!"

He started to yell at me. Tears appearing more rapidly. He twitched violently in my arms.

"T-Toby!" I yelled out to him "Toby! What's w-wrong?!"

His door opened again and Jeff entered. I glared at him, holding Toby's twitching body closer. (In the backseat of your Rover, that I know you can't afford. Bite that tattoo on your shoulder. Stop? Okay okay sorry carry on)

Jeff hissed at me, "give him to me."

"No!"

Jeff grabbed Toby's shoulders and yanked him out of my arms. I glared at him even harder. If looks could kill...Jeff you'd be dead meat by now.

Jeff ran his fingers through Toby's hair, rubbed circles in his back, and whispered things to him.

Slowly Toby went back to normal, as if he was having an asthma attack and now he could finally breathe.

"J-Jeff?" He spoke, breathing rapidly.

"You okay Toby? Kinda scared me there."

"I-I'm fine. T-thanks."

I got off of the bed immediately. "Sorry. I'll leave you two alone." I retorted with so much venom in my voice that even I was surprised.

I stormed out the room. Everyone looked at me and erupted in questions about Toby with concern.

"I DONT KNOW!" I yelled. "WHY DONT YOU GO IN THERE AND ASK HIS BOYFRIEND?!"

"What?" Hoodie called from the back of the crowd. "Masky, what are you talking about? Is everything okay?"

Everyone else started to murmur things.

That's it.

My patience disappeared.

I was angry.

I am broken.