Misanthropy (Jeff the Killer X Ticci Toby)

Chapter 13

Hello hello everyone! Sorry this took so long. Not going to lie, this is a sort of pathetic update, just a filler chapter at best. I finally got a job and started making my own money so that's been taking up most of my time, along with classes this summer. But I got this baby out as soon as I could. I hope you enjoy it none-the-less! And I have not heard any apposing comments about whether or not to write a sexual scene. Again, I can make them vivid. But if I do write anything, I will be sure to warn you profusely before the chapter and make a little note before it comes up in the story just in case you do not wish to read it. Again, hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM. IMPLIED SEXUAL THEMES

~ Chapter 13 ~

Toby took his time making it back to the mansion, allowing his legs to wander as they pleased. His mind was an array of conflicting thoughts, he couldn't linger on one particular thing for to long before a sharp pulse in his lip sent him reeling back into the events of only a half hour before.

Not even the voices had anything to say. Toby was a mess, the poor teen covered in scrapes and bruises, he's had worse, far worse but that added on top of the sudden tiredness that racked through his body, the Proxy desperately wanted to face plant into his bed.

He trudged on through the Forest, legs wobbly from the overexertion, hands shaking, fingers popping. His skin was beginning to grow itchy from all the drying blood. Maybe he could make a pit stop by his shower before bed.

The Rake followed close behind him. Toby could hear it's whispers, and the way it's clawed, dirty fingers scraped against the ground as it slunk after his form. If the creature were to attack him at that moment, the Proxy doubted he would fight back, or at least have the strength to win.

Toby broke through the foliage that surrounded the mansion. The structure looming in the center of the small clearing in all its Gothic beauty. Lights flickered in a few of the windows, shadows passing by the panes every now and again. The moon was yet to complete its cycle to its full girth but it still shone bright down on the Proxy who stared up at the house of killers with a sense of inferiority.

He allowed himself to wonder if he would be any different if he had not accepted the Slenderman's proposal. If he had allowed himself to be lost to the Forest, to the people of the outside world. Those cruel creatures called human beings that had already performed a number of injustices towards him. The thoughts flitted away just a quickly as they came. He knew he would have left himself to suffer out in the real world, he would have crawled his way into a ditch and tore into his wrists with his own teeth if he was left to the clutches of society.

After a deep breath, Toby made his way through the front door of the mansion. The old, strong oak creaking as he shut it. The house was quiet, not that it was never quiet before, this time it left the Proxy on edge. The eerily uncharacteristic silence that filled the air was like an inhale of stale smoke, burning and suffocating all at once. Toby walked along the foyer, passing darkened rooms leaving behind mud and blood caked foot prints.

"He went bat shit crazy".

"I didn't think he had it in em'"

"Did you see all that blood! It was amazing!"

"Oi, it was fucking insane is what it was"

"Should we be worried?"

Toby stopped outside the entrance of one of the many living rooms scattered around the bottom floor of the mansion, listening to the group gathered within. He had a feeling he knew what they were talking about, or rather who they were talking about. But he didn't want to jump to deep in the kiddie pool just yet.