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

The bitch came back

(Have a vent chapter, teenagers are assholes, despite me being one. Therapists are dicks and don't do shit either.)

His hatchet swung overhead, a sickening squelch filling the bloody room, a blonde boy's head smashed in, blood caking around his eyes. A snicker left Toby's parted, plump lips, his dark eyelashes tangling together  as blood sprayed onto his face. His hatchet swinging left right and centre not caring what part of the body he hit, as long as the kid was dead he didn't care. Blood pooled beneath the mangled corpse, the brunette standing straight, admiring his handy work. The corpse just seemed to be a bloody pile of blones and ripped skin by the time he was finished, his lips curled into a smirk as he walked out of the room.

His boots left soft noises against the wooden flooring of the hallway, swinging his hatchets around his fingers, whistling a small tune as he strode out of the house. Not a single living being, being left behind, police sirens trailed off in the horizon as he retreated to the woods. He snarled, bringing his orange-handled hatchet blade to his face, trailing his tongue up and down the sharp metal. Blood painted his muscle as he continued to  clean the red liquid off of his hatchets before placing them in his belt, walking in silence.

His blood lust coursing through him, along with a need for more blood shed, let it be his or someone elses, it didn't matter, that's what he needed. The sight of the heavenly, thick liquid, staining his clothes and pale skin. His eyes widened beneath his goggles, as his head darted to the side, a sharp twitch controlling him, he grunted, looking around the rotting trees. Small footsteps made it's way towards him, a giggle coming from the child as she jumped into Toby's arms, her body fazing through the top of his hatchets so she wouldn't get nicked by the sharp metal. "Hey Sal, what are you doing out here? You know you're not allowed to leave the mansion alone, kiddo." The brunette pouted, before her lips curled upwards to  a wide smile. "I know! But I was lonely, and I was worried about you!"

"You don't need to be, I can handle myself. I just released some tention that's all." Sally nodded, her locks bouncing against her shoulders, her eyelashes batting as she jumped down back onto the grass, sticks cracking beneath her feet. "Explains why you're all bloody, um.. what was a going to say?" She paused, a finger curling around her curls until she jumped up again. "Ah, I got it! Mr.Slendy said that Puppeteer and Jason are coming over!" She giggled, rocking on the heels of her feet, her eyes wide and glistening with innocence. "Thanks for telling me, but don't repeat that word again, okay?" She tilted her head, confusion painted all over her small face. "Bloody, don't say that word, don't say anything that asshole, Jeffrey, says."

She laughed at that, nodding happily, as she entwined her hand with Toby's. "Got it! Let's go back, they might be back already! Ooh! I wonder if Jason can make Mr.D and Charlie another friend!" The two made their way back to the mansion, Toby somehow managing to deal with Sally's constant muttering and giggling. I mean, how couldn't he? Those two were like brother and sister, the bond being strong and unable to be broken, unless BEN was in the equation of course. The eight year old treated him like an older brother too, but he seemed to get more recognition due to him allowing her to play video games with  him. Most of them including death and torture scenes of course, but Sally didn't mind, this only made Toby slightly jealous at the sight of the two hanging out.

BEN and Toby got along, yes. They had to, for the sake of Sally and everyone else, but the two rarely hung out together. But when they did, they were inseparable, well, until Jeffrey showed up. Jeff would swoop in at random times, just to either beat up or argue with Toby for no reason, well, to Toby he never understood why anyway. But if you thought about the full equation, it seemed start Jeff was either jealous, or just hated the top proxies guts, possibly for Toby getting the part of a 'proxy' when he didn't.

Gah! I'm going out of context-

Toby snapped out of his thoughts, by a delicate hand being placed on his shoulder, or 'hand' you could say. Golden lights lighting up the part of his shoulder that had been touched, as Puppeteer smiled a luminous smile at him. "Hey, bud. Long time no see, am I right, kid?" Toby brushed his hand off of him, nodding his head, as he pushed up his goggles, the straps of them tangling with his messy chocolate brown hair. "Yeah, nice to see you too." He wasn't in the particular mood to speak to the potential 'god', but he did so anyway, no point being impolite if you haven't seen one of your acquaintances after a few months. "How have you been? Ah, dumb question I know, but rumours spread like wild fire between the older generation of this organisation of homicidal murderers."

Toby sniggered at that, as Sally ran inside the mansion, her tiny feet leaving dirty footprints before they faded away into the wood. "Just fine, you know, the usual. I'm still a fucking kid in your eyes, anyway does that mean Masky knows?" The masked proxy already acted like a dickwad to the younger, especially when they were put together on a mission, but that was all because Masky was jealous. Everyone knew that, it could be easily found out too, by just the way he acts and words that tumble from his potty-mouth.

Puppeteer stifled a nod before shrugging. "Not entirely sure kiddo, anyway, take a shower, you know Slenderman wouldn't be in a great mood if you paint the floors with blood." Toby rolled his eyes as the taller being ruffled his hair, before nodded and stalking up the stairs with a wave.