Misanthropy (Jeff the Killer X Ticci Toby)

Chapter 10

This is late, I understand and I apologize. But i'm back with another chapter! I hope you all like it, it is sort of slow and basically a filler but I think it came out decent. Hope you enjoy!

WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING! MENTION OF SELF HARM AND SUGGESTED SUICIDE! PLEASE IF THIS CAUSES ANY DISCOMFORT DO NOT HURT YOURSELF BY READING!

~ Chapter 10 ~

Weeks pass. There slow and annoying for Toby. Filled with continuous observation over his healing body, even though he couldn't feel a thing.

Sally, and occasionally Clockwork, would pester him to get the cut on the back of his head checked. It hadn't required stitches, something the teen was surprised about. But it would leave behind a nasty scar, he already knew that. Another scare he could add to his collection.

When he was free from the rampaging women, he would hide himself away from prying eyes, locked in his room shirt thrown haphazardly somewhere on his floor, reflection staring prominently back at him from the mirror that hung against his wall. It was from floor to halfway to the ceiling, the corner glass was cracked, (from an incident involving Toby's curiosity with being able to cartwheel. It had failed.), spider webbing upwards to the center, leaving the Proxies reflection distorted and broken.

But Toby could see all that he needed to.

Scars decorated almost every inch of his pale skin. Some newer than others. Most were from years he spent as a punching bag, or one's he managed to get without realizing it until they became infected. He could remember each one, when he got them, why and with what they were created with. The one that ran from his left pec over his shoulder onto his shoulder blade was made by his father, he had used a belt, over and over and over again.

On his right bicep, faint white lines in four parallel streaks ran the length of his arm. A memory from his middle school days when one of his many bullies had stabbed him with a fork to see if the twitching teen really was immune to pain. The criss crossing marks that took up Toby's sides, along his ribs, were self inflicted. The Proxy wanted to see how far he could cut until he felt something, anything, any possible pain that could have let him feel at least somewhat human.

Then, there was the other ones. The ones that made the poor teen turn his head away in disgust, the ones that made his fists ball tightly at his sides, teeth clench so tight, the bones creaked under the pressure.

"Disgusting". "Horrible". "It's all your fault, you bastard". The voices in his head rang with the memories. The noise causing a headache to grow in his temples. "Don't turn away, you pathetic bastard", "look at what you've made yourself become!". Toby shook his head violently, refusing to appease the voices, turning his back to the mirror. "You have only yourself to blame!".

"S-shut up", he muttered the words into the open air of his room, hand hiding the pained expression on his face. "You could have said her", "You let her die", "You let them all die", "You deserve every mark on your flesh!".

"SHUT UP!"

Toby's fist collided with what was left of his mirror, the already broken glass, shattering in hundreds of smaller pieces, littering the floor around the twitching teens feet. Toby stood staring wide eyed at what was left of his reflection, the stricken, golden gaze of self hatred and regret stared back at him from a single l, jagged piece of glass that still clung to the mirrors interior.

He was shaking, every bone in his body rattled like he was standing in the middle of an earthquake. Blood dripped from his knuckles, splattering against the glass and carpet beneath his feet. Pulling back his hand, Toby examined the damage he caused this time.

Small shards were embedded deep in the skin, blood welling up around the corners. Toby scowled down at the wound, what he wouldn't give to feel something. Anything.

With a sigh, the twitching Proxy made his way across his room, not bothering to dodge the glass, and rummaged through his drawers for a first aid kit. Hoodie had finally got him his own after Sally had dragged the poor teen back to the other Proxies shared room a dozen more times.

Toby got to work digging the shards from his knuckles, carefully cleaning and disinfecting the wound as he was taught and reminded multiple times to do. By the end of his self med cleanup, his hand was nicely bandaged all things considering.

Toby ran his non bandaged hand threw his hair, his life went to hell in a handbasket quicker then he thought was possible. Nothing seemed real at this point. It was all like one fucked up dream that didn't seem to want to end.

"Then do something about it", "stop being a fucking coward", "just go to the roof and jump already".

Toby let out a shuddering sigh, squeezing his eyes shut, lip trembling, finger clutching his hair in a vice grip. He rocked back and forth on the edge of his bed,shaking his head 'no' as the voices went on and on about how he should just end it all.

"Not even Jeff could kill you. Because he realized just how pathetic you were!". The lamp that had been sitting on the bedside table smashed against the opposite wall. Toby's golden gaze was wide and unsecured tears glassed over their glow.

"Yo Toby! You gotta minute?". The twitching Proxies eyes cut towards the door as a fist pounded in the other side. Who the fuck was bothering g him now. Scrambling around his glass and dirty clothes littered floor. Toby threw on a decent smelling black shirt, before yanking open his door.

"What?". BEN was taken back by the sudden snap, not used to seeing Toby so rumbled. Not that he hadn't seen the proxy get angry before, it was just the longer Toby stayed at the mansion, the more childish and care free he became. So seeing the teen glaring heatedly threw the Link imposter off a little.

Quickly shaking off the surprise, BEN plastered on a large smile, teeth not as sharp and eyes no long bleeding as they were the first time Toby had seen him. "So, I...borrowed these from Rouge's room yesterday and was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit?".

Toby looked down at the drowned victims outstretched hand, taking in the five white rolled blunts and raising a light brown eyebrow. "B-borrowed?" he questioned, BEN shrugged, 'innocent' smile falling from his lips. "I let her borrow one of my games and she hasn't given it back, so I took something of hers. Thought these would be fun so, here I am".

The Proxy contemplated his options, he never smoked before, never smoked anything. His father did, so Toby made it his goal to avoid cigarettes. Bet marijuana was different..right?. "Coward".

The twitching teen, scowled, stepping from his room and slamming the door closed. "So were a-are we doing thi-i-is?". A real smile split across BEN's cheeks, falling into step beside Toby, "the roof is usually free". Toby 'hmed', the previous one sided conversation between himself and the voices coming back to the surface of his mind.

"S-so, why did you ch-ch-choose me?", BEN glanced over at the teen. He could mention how Toby had seemed off lately, or how he had noticed Masky and The Slenderman had been running the poor teen ragged since his fall out with Jeff. Or how the dark circles beneath the teens eyelids had grown two shades darker, or that he had heard Toby yelling at himself and shattering glass. But he didn't. BEN, like all the other killers of the mansion,did not show compassion.

Instead, he just shrugged a green clad shoulder. "All the other bastards around here are snitches. Besides, I want to see you high as fuck". Toby let out a small laugh at that, some of the tension in his shoulders lessening.

This should be fun.