Ticci Toby

Prologue

He's the director behind the tainted childhoods.. The murders, and every blood stained hoodie. Its always the exact same story!

A murdered family

A disappearance in the woods

Memories come and go as they please but.. But that THING is what crashed the car! H..he's the reason I'm like this! I'm his mere puppet.. At times I have this sensation where my mind is my own and then his cold, empty face comes into view.. Fading back into my mind filling and corrupting it to the very core with tem..tempting lies!  And I S..slip back under his control..

Like a doll.. Bound to obey

Bound to do his dirty work.. T..that coward! Forcing others to do his bidding he's always watching from behind the curtains.. Pulling at the strings! I'm too weak to fight him but I will.. I must! Even now.. My fear gives him power. He thrives off my fear, my agony, my HELL!! he can hear me.. I know he can.. He's loving it! Loving every shake, shiver, and cry.. I can't r..remember much of myself anymore! I..is that blood thirsty killer really who I.. Toby rogers, am? I just can't tell any more! This isn't a dream.. I know this for certain.. Though m..my dreams and reality seem to blend like some fucked up painting! When I know he's there.. I freeze.. Unable to move..

Unable to scream..

Unable to fight back..

I don't want to do these things.. I don't w..want to be his puppet. I don't want this feeling of nausea, the coughing fits, the paranoia and amnesia! I don't want to hear his treacherous voice filling up my mind with lies! Only when I silence someone with these bloodied hatchets is when I have a moment of peace.. A moment to breathe. I cherish those moments.. There what keep me sane.

N..no

No..

I hear him..

I hear him approaching.. Nearer and Nearer!

N..no

No!

NO!

I won't stand for this.. I can.. I can fight back! I know I can! I can escape this hell..

I just need to calm myself down and start forming a plan.. No.. He would hear that. He always reads my thoughts.. I'll keep a journal, that's it! I'll write down my activities day after day, I'll write my survival. It will keep me sane h..hopefully.

Hopefully..

My only hope is to survive day after day with my sanity until.. I can finally escape.

Escape.. Such a w..wonderful, sweet word.. I hope, no.. I CAN and I WILL escape Away from this monster..