Tick, Tock || Masky x Depressed!Suicidal!Ticci Toby

The Beginning

Toby's PoV

"Freak!"

"Weirdo!"

"No wonder you don't have friends."

"Who would want to be friends with you?"

"You're worthless! Stupid fucking scum!"

"Why don't you crawl back to the dumpsters, where you belong!"

"Twitching freak, no one wants you!"

I wipe away the tears that have started to form in my eyes and scramble up, grabbing my backpack and running. Running away from the bullies, running away from school, from the teachers who play favorites and never listen. I run back to my house, not even flinching when branches from nearby trees whip my arms and face.

"Toby welco— Wait where are you going?" My mom cuts herself off as I run inside, slam the door and run up the stairs to my room. I run into my room, shut the door and collapse on my bed, finally allowing the tears to stream down my face. I quietly sob and twitch, hugging my knees close to my chest.

"Toby? Toby, honey what's wrong?" My mother's muffled voice leaks through the door.

"G-go awa-ay!" I stutter, twitching more.

I wipe away the tears that have started to form in the corners of my eyes, remembering the first time I went to a new school.

If you haven't guessed already, I'm a bit of a special kid. I have two diseases. They're both genetic. They can't be fixed.

The first one, Turetts, is already fairly bad, making me twitch and tic uncontrollably. Unfortunately it gets worse when I experience any strong emotion. Well, anything other than anger. When I get angry, I stop twitching and stuttering completely.

The other one, [insert name of no pain disease], pretty much makes it impossible to feel any pain whatsoever. But that was when I was a kid, now it's progressed so that I can barely feel anything. If you tried to get my attention by tapping my shoulder, it wouldn't work. You would need to punch me or squeeze my shoulder to get my attention. But back to the story.

"D-damn this tw-twitching a-and stuttering-ing." I mutter and stand up. I go to my window and look out towards the forest. I have a fairly good view, so I like to look at the large expanse of green leaves. I've gone in before, never for any extended period of time though, more like an hour at most. Usually to calm down and/or look for the fabled 'Creepypasta Mansion' that is suspected to be in the woods. I'm not sure why it's called the Creepypasta Mansion, but it must be something of importance.

I decide to go downstairs and grab my jacket, planning on going exploring in the woods. Who knows, maybe I'll get killed by a bear or fall off an unexpected cliff. Either would be fine with me, it's not like I want to live on this earth anyways.

"B-bye mom, I'm g-going exploring in the w-woods, I'll be back-ack in an hour or t-two." I say as I see my mother's confused face poke out from the kitchen. She smiles and nods, going back to cooking.

I leave the house, closing the door and walking towards the woods. I reach the spot that I always start at and walk along the small and winding trail. I reach the spot that I usually stop at and take a small break, grabbing my water bottle that I had brought with me and taking a drink. I look around and decide to go in a direction I haven't before and put my water bottle back in my jacket pocket. I walk in that direction for a while, seeing a clearing up ahead. I speed up slightly, not recognizing the spot. I reach the clearing and walk into the center of it, startling a small family of deer in the process. I chuckle softly as they run away and turn to look around. As I'm turning, I hear a hissing noise and look around to pinpoint it. I turn slightly and something slams into my jacket pocket, missing me and hitting my water bottle. I look down and see a knife embedded in the pocket, also seeing a small amount of water leaking out.

"Damnit! You had to fucking miss the tree? Now we have to go find my knife!" Someone's angry voice yells, and I panic, not thinking anyone else could be in the forest.

"Sorry, Jeff! You know I'm new to this!" A younger sounding voice says in reply. I grab the knife and try to get it out of my water bottle, but it doesn't budge.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you actually hit something. Or someone. Heh, good job Ben." The first voice says and I look to see a person in a bone-white hoodie and black skinny jeans with a smaller boy following close behind. The smaller one has on some sort of Link costume, probably a fanboy of Legend of Zelda.

The one with the white hoodie walks up to me and grabs the hilt of the knife, ripping it out of where it was stuck.

"Thanks for my knife back, but since you saw and heard us, you're gonna have to die. Sorry not sorry, kid." He says and pushes back his hood, revealing bleached white skin, coal black hair and a bloody smile cut into his cheeks.

"W-Wait y-you're rea-eal? J-Jeff the Ki-Killer?" I stutter and back away from him. Jeff just cackles, grinning like a maniac.

"Yep. I'm real, kid. And it's time for you to go to sleep." He cackles again and charges at me, holding his knife out to the side. I doge unthinkingly and his knife slashes my arm open. When I don't react his face changes from a crazy killer's to confused.

"Wait, why aren't you screaming in pain? I just fucking cut your arm open!" He says, gesturing towards my now bleeding arm. I shrug, twitching.

"I-I can't f-feel pain." I say and doge him again as he lunges at me. I manage to snag the knife from his hand, holding it in my uninjured right hand.

"Wha— WHAT THE FUCK GIVE ME MY FUCKING KNIFE BACK YOU FUCKER!" He screams and charges me again, going for the knife. I smirk and dart up to meet him, somehow managing to stab the knife through him, making blood splatter on the grass and the knife point stick out his back. I buried it hilt deep, so unless he wants even more pain he's gonna have to keep it there. I had seen little needles sticking out from the blade, making barbs on the edge of the blade.

"Good luck getting that out." I say and surprise myself by not stuttering or twitching. Actually, I haven't twitched since I grabbed the knife from him. Jeff staggers back and nearly collapses, clearly in a lot of pain.

"Y-you f-fucker..." he mutters as he finally collapses, passing out.

"JEFF!" The smaller boy yells and runs up to Jeff's crumpled form. He sits there, looking at Jeff for about ten seconds, then suddenly everything goes black as I pass out in turn from the blood loss.

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Thx for reading this book, this is my first one so thx. Anyways next chapter is gonna be out soon, so enjoy!
— Waffles_For_Toby