(UNDER SERIOUS RECONSTRUCTION) Troubled Love(TicciMask)

Nightmares On Pasta Street

The title is a Nightmare on Elm Street pun, I'm not sorry.
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Toby's POV

It hurts. Why does it hurt? Why can I feel it?! I'm not supposed to feel it! Why?! Why is this happening?! Please make it stop! Stop it! Lyra! Wake up!

I gasped sitting up in the dark room panting, a cold sweat quickly settling onto my skin. I felt the trickle of sweat run down my face, suddenly aware that I was shaking. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness before looking frantically around the room. Masky was still laying beside me, his chest rising and falling faintly. I stopped panting and took a deep breath, realizing it was only a dream. Or should I say, a nightmare.

I huffed and shook my head, getting off the bed and heading into the hallway to the bathroom.I slowly opened the door, cringing as it creaked loudly. I turned back to Masky to see him still out cold. A sigh of relief left me and I snuck out of the bedroom, lightly clicking the door shut.

The lights in the hallway were off and the house was silent. I swallowed my saliva and crept to the bathroom across the hall. As soon as I got into the small, tiled room I flicked on the lights. My eyes adjusted as I looked around curiously. It was a fancy looking bathroom, but I guess that's what I should expect from a mansion. I looked in the mirror, glimpsing at my horrific reflection. My hair was messed up and sticking out all different ways and my goggles were hanging off the side of my head awkwardly.

I huffed, taking off my goggles and throwing them on the counter. They hit a small clock that read 2:54 a.m. I contemplated staying up and waiting for everyone to wake up but that didn't seem too pleasing. After a miniature argument with myself, I decided to just go back to bed with Masky. I yawned and crept out of the bathroom quietly, clicking off the lights once more.

I sluggishly made my way back to Masky's bedroom door. I attempted to grab the handle but before I could, my fingertips just barely brushed against the handle, causing the door to creak open. I paused, it was odd, I could have sworn that I had shut the door. I didn't give it too much thought before questioningly pushing the door the rest of the way. Walking into the dark room once more, I closed the door behind me, making sure that it clicked shut this time.

Satisfied with the door, I walked back to Masky's bed to snuggle back in with him. I cautiously slipped onto the mattress again, making sure not to wake Masky. Oddly enough when I managed to lay down without making a sound, I found that he was absent from his current spot. I felt around the bed to make sure he didn't just move over a bit but there was nothing.

The area where he once lay still, sleeping peacefully was still warm, he couldn't have gotten up any longer than a maximum five minutes. Perhaps he went downstairs for some water? Maybe I woke him up and he went looking for me? I started to worry and decided it would be a good idea to go and search for him.

I lifted myself off the bed only to be shoved back down immediately! I jolted from the sudden contact of my head hitting the mattress so quickly and with such force. For a moment I froze in fear, not knowing how to act. In that single moment, I found my wrists being pinned down on either side of my head and my legs being weighed down with heavy, muscular legs!

At this point, I began to panic and struggle until I felt someone rest their chin in the crook of my neck. I found myself shaking again, for the second time tonight, but this time, more severely. I was genuinely afraid this time! I couldn't struggle free or fight back against whoever this was! It took me back to memories of my father, and the voices started rushing back in, murmuring and whispering in my head.

I began to pant heavily and try to get whoever this was off of me. Whoever it was, they took their head from the crook in my neck and stared at me right in the eyes. I couldn't see who it was but I could feel the eyes glaring me down. I began to cry as they got closer and I could finally make out who it was. The sight was horrible and definitely not something that I ever thought I'd see. Nor did I ever want to see it, but I saw it and it was terrible.

"M-Masky?!" I yelped out as he jolted closer to me.

His mask was pulled completely over his face now, making him look intimidating. He cocked his head slightly to the left and stared at me. My eyes were wide and full of fear as he pinned me down by my wrists and my legs, I myself, shaking violently underneath him. He then cocked his head to the right and reached out a hand, letting go of my wrists to caress the side of my face.

A single tear slid down my cheek which the masked male wiped away with his smooth fingertip. He wiped it off my face and then looked at it curiously, bringing it closer to his mask. He then jerked his head towards me, his masked face only an inch from mine. It felt like my heart was pounding out of my chest and my chest was screaming as it did so. Masky got closer and closer until his masked forehead was pressed against mine.

I inhaled sharply and held my breath as he pulled away and lifted up his mask, showing the outline of his lips in the dark. His hands traveled down from my wrists to my sides, rubbing them up and down. An odd feeling formed wherever he touched me, I felt like I could feel the heat now, in every place he touched me. I relaxed in his grip and allowed it to happen, allowed his touch to roam wherever he pleased.

Suddenly he stopped rubbing my sides and moved in closer to me, yet again. I lips trembled as he got closer, just barely brushing against each other. I panted heavily in ragged, quick and heavy breaths. He stopped getting closer when our lips brushed, and instead, his hands rested on my shoulders. I wanted to lean up to him and close the space between us so badly! Why?!

But soon, that didn't matter anymore, I had much worse problems to deal with. Masky's hands had traveled to my neck and were now squeezing my throat, cutting off any entrance of oxygen. I panicked as I tried to recall how this happened so fast and so suddenly! I tried and tried to pry Masky's hands off my neck but it had no effect! I was starting to lose my vision from lack of oxygen and tears.

The voices started to scream! Suddenly they seemed afraid too! Continuously they screamed things like 'Fight back!', 'Don't let go!', 'GET HIM OFF OF YOU!' I didn't understand! Why all of a sudden they care about me so much? 'BECAUSE OF YOU IDIOT, IF YOU DIE WE DIE WITH YOU!' They screamed in my head. 'HURRY UP AND FIGHT BACK!'

I wanted to! I wanted to fight back! I wanted to but I couldn't! Slowly my arms fell to my sides and my legs lay as flat as they could against the side of my bed. I gave up fighting for my life, it was hopeless. But why was Masky doing this to me? Did he hate me all along and just wanted to secretly kill me? Then why was he so nice? Nothing added up! Why?!

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END OF CHAPTER 8 SORRY IT WAS SHORT BUT ILL PROBABLY UPDATE THE NEXT PART IN A FEW HOURS. SEE YOU THEN!