{creepypasta} SUICIDAL TOBY

chapter 4

Toby's p.o.v.

I wake feeling dull and bored as usual. I stare at my arms noticing the bandages are soaked with blood. "It's fine" I say putting on my clothes that cover the bandages. 'You look like shit' 'really I couldn't tell', I say to myself as I put on my mask and goggles.

I walk into the kitchen to find jeff and masky seeming to hide something. "Morning toby you ok you seem kinda down" jeff asks 'why do you care' I ask internally. Putting on a bright face "yeah I'm great just a little tired" I walk to the fridge letting my face drop. Grabbing some waffles before I hear the sound of a rattle or a bottle shaking. Quickly turning my head to face masky and jeff who are eating. 'Now I'm hearing shit, great' I make my waffles before heading to my room with them. When ben bumps into my arm, he must've felt the bandages on my arm because he started asking me a question. "Hey toby whats wrong with your arms" he say getting a glimpse of my bandages as he attempts to pull up my sleeve. Quickly placing my waffles on the counter and yank my sleeve down so ben can't see, "It's n-none of your fuck business" venom clearly in my voice. "Well damn toby I was just asking" 'you were being nosy that's what you were doing' I grab my waffles and leave as ben sits next to jeff and masky.