I don't want to live forever! A Ticci Toby Fanfiction

I don't want to live

( Requested by manifestedbagel & proxyforlife1, so here you guys go. Stay strong manifestedbagel if you need someone to talk to I'll gladly chat with you.)

Toby woke the next morning, Liu's arms draped over his side, and their legs tangled together. The brunette let out a sigh, his eyes heavy and dark bags beneath them. Nothing he could really do about that, his sleep schedule was so fucked up he rarely slept. He dragged himself out of bed, forcing himself to change into his usual clothing. He took one last look at Liu before leaving his room, he kept his head down, pulling on his goggles to at least hide how depressed he looked.

He walked downstairs, his fingers fumbling together as he felt his feet collide with one another, he fell down the stairs without a few seconds passing. He just sighed, kind of thankful for having his disorders at this moment in time. He layed on the floor for a good five minutes before getting up, he kept his gaze to the floor watching his step as he made his way into the dining room.

"Good Morning, Toby, did you have at least some rest last night?" The brunette shrugged muttering a quiet 'yes' not giving Slenderman a good enough answer but the ungodly being decided to to pry and turned back to the stove. Toby fumbled with his sleeves, his twitches and ticks were the only thing that kept him awake. He sighed, leaning his head on his arms as someone roughly hit his back causing him to shoot up. "Nice to see you too, fucking brat." Toby rolled his eyes, pulling his mouth guard further over his mouth. "S-shut up J-Jeff.." The raven haired teen rolled his eyes, not amused by Toby speaking back to him.

"Or else what, twitchy?" Toby didn't respond, this angered Jeff even more. The taller teen grabbed a handful of his hair before slamming his head onto the wooden table. The brunette let out a groan, sitting back up as Jeff left the room once again.

"F-fucking asshole.." He muttered, the voices shouting uneeded words at the back of his mind, nagging him about how 'No one cared about him' or 'How he should kill himself' but as much as he agreed with them, he stayed quiet food being served after a good ten minutes.

He just sat there, picking at his food before excusing himself and leaving after a few bites of food. He sat on the roof, and pulled his goggles off, letting his tears run freely down his cheeks. No one needed to see how broken he was, but himself. If he let anyone get too close, it would hurt more..

Why did he have to confess his feelings?

(Sorry for the short chapter, but there you go.
~ T.I.Shadow/Yooźun~kun)