Creepypasta Dad Scenarios

training day, Ticci Toby

    This day was becoming more boring by the second, every pasta was either asleep or out for something. All I did was sit there, my brain being consumed by my lonely thoughts, my fingers tapping faster than usual, keeping up a consistent beat. The only noise that surrounded my head was the ticking of the grandfather clock that sat in the corner of the room, long forgotten by the rest of the pastas. I sighed, breaking the uncomfortable silence, my brain no longer being drowned within itself. "Hey, you ok?" I heard a tired voice ask, the yawn evident in his voice. I turned my head toward said voice to reveal masky, his mask around his neck, revealing dull blue eyes and a seemingly dead like complexion. "Yeah, I'm just thinking." I replied in a quiet voice, staring back at the white ceiling. "Of what?" Masky questioned, making me sigh again, hearing him move from the stairs to the couch I was laying on. "Life, what I've done, what I will do, the usuall." I answered bluntly, not bothering to look at him. "Well, wanna do something to take your mind off of things? It will probably stop all of the tapping." He suggested, his eyes trailing toward my fingers that were tapping at a moderate pace. "Sure" I replied softly, not knowing what we were gonna due since I have a broken hand and foot.
     "Alright, how about some training? I need to do some myself." He said, smiling awkwardly. I knew that he wasn't very fond of me, he wasn't very fond of Toby either so it just prooves my point. Though I agreed anyway, not wanting to avoid his presence forever. I limped with him, watching as he put his mask on his face and open the door for me. It wasn't snowing at all, the only thing coming close to it was the frost that covered the jagged cut grass. I smiled faintly and trudged down the hill, hearing maskys footsteps behind mine. When we finally made it to a clearing I finally spoke up. "So, what are we gonna do? I can't technically do something very active because you know...." He seemed to get very embarrassed as he held up his hands and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, I didn't really think that through, hmmmm." He contemplated, both of us seeming to think of things we could do to train until Masky looked at me and snapped his fingers. "I've got something! How about we work on your aim? Are you left handed or right handed?" I looked at him thoughtfully and gestured to my good hand and he smiled while he told me to wait here while he retrienved something from the garage.
     He came back with one of those human targets used for gun practice and set down a couple of different weapons beside me, most of them being knifes. "When you're in a tough spot, you won't always have a gun to defend yourself with, thats why it's good to have a sharp eye for things when using what you got." Masky explained and I nodded, taking his words into consideration as my good foot tapped on the grass below. Withought another word I nodded, grabbed a small throwing knife, stood straight, and threw it as hard as I could toward the target's head. "Wha-? How am I supposed to hit that?!" I cried out in frustration and Masky just laughed.

     "You'll get better."

A/N: I'M SO SORRY!!!! MY PROCRASINATION GOT A CHOKE HOLD ON ME AND DRAINED ME OF ALL MOTIVATION!!!!! I really need to start making deadlines for this stuff ;-;