Shadows Of Remorse (CreepyPasta x Undertale)

Chapter 39 - Bloody Forest

Do you know what it's like to see someone you care about just... gone? Just like that?

Toby did. Oh, he had so much experience with it. At first, he had a few friends when he was younger. A few kids that felt bad for him and included him on their games of tag down the street, right across from the small pond located at the end of the town he used to live inside of. He was fully aware that they just felt bad for him, but he didn't mind. They were rather nice, and the games gave Toby a chance of friendship.

Unfortunately, the bullying had outweighed the good, and that resulted in him being homeschooled. The recess games were cut off, and he started seeing his friends less. They still let him play with them, but not so much as before. His sister would sometimes even let Toby play with her and her friends, it was nice.

Alcohol is a funny thing, really. Sure, Toby's Dad was always an a**, but it was just snarky remarks before. He didn't like Toby's tics, he wanted a son he could play football with instead of one that woke up crying every night and needed special attention from his Mother. The gambling was a problem, too, but at least his Father understood that they still needed to have some money for necessities. And his Mother was always firm on the money, to make sure they had enough to buy what they would need. The family was always a bit dysfunctional, but that was okay. With a kid who had as many disabilities and needs as Toby did, and with a gambling Father, they couldn't exactly be perfect.

As life does, however, it went downhill. The kids grew apart, as all friend groups did, and Toby stopped going by the pond. The bullying continued, the tics only seeming to worsen. What really hit the family hard was when his Father actually won a large gamble of three thousand dollars. It was supposed to be a good thing, but instead led to his Father dedicating his life to gambling in beliefs he could earn more. He quit his job, and would spend hours upon hours gambling away their life savings just to earn more money.

Toby and his sister insisted on their mother to leave him, begged for her to see how the man was dragging down the family. The drinking had worsened in him, and he had even hit Toby before. "Oh, don't worry," Their mother would say, "It's okay, he's a good man at heart. I know I just need to help him change."

That's not what he needed, not what the family needed. Their Mother insisted on seeing the good in him, even though the drinking grew worse, and the gambling intensified. Their Father made no effort to better himself, he didn't care enough. Their Mother started working double shifts, even got a second job just to help put food on the table. His older sister had to get a job too, resulting in Toby being home alone with his Father more. That's when the hitting really started, when it was late, and when the two of them were home alone after his Father lost more money to gambling. Toby couldn't feel the physical pain, but the emotional pain was there.

And that pain stayed when his sister was lost in a car accident.

The pain continued when he brought a hatchet down onto his Father.

The pain worsened when he held a match in his fingers to burn down the town, watching the flames surround him.

Then, the pain became quiet whispers when Slenderman appeared in front of him.

It finally disappeared when Sans had arrived that one fateful day, smiling at Toby like he was worth a d*mn.

But the pain returned when the bullets hit.

Watching it was horrifying, Toby wanted to scream. He saw the red dots on his arm, but his body couldn't move. He was in a painful jerk, the only time he could feel physical pain. The time when his muscles contracted and he couldn't move them, standing there as his body seemed to mock him for trying. But then Sans was there, pushing him to the side while summoning a wall of bones in front of the window.