Beginning of the End

Chapter 16

((I'm not dead I sWEAR)) 

Masky realized all too late that he had been promptly knocked out, and even later that the room he was now in was pitch black. He scanned the area around him, realizing that he had not been tied down to anything. Alright. Good. 

“Brian?? Toby??” He called out. No response. He was alone in this. 

He wandered in darkness for what seemed like hours, but in his head he knew it was mere minutes. His fingers finally touched something. A wall maybe? It was hard and cold, but he still couldn’t see shit. His gloved fingers moved down the wall, before touching a doorknob. 

“Fuckin finally!” He said, going to open it. It was locked. “For FUCKS SAKE.” Masky groaned loudly, kicking at the door. He heard a crack, before the door slowly opened by itself. Light flooded his vision and he covered his eyes. A strong pulling sensation grabbed him by the waist, and he walked through the door. 

Masky’s eyes opened again to sitting in the backseat of a car. In front of him was a nice looking blonde lady, and a teenager with a cast on. His eyes widened a bit. 

“Toby?” He asked, but neither of them turned to look at him. He watched at the car pulled into the driveway, and Toby’s expression hardened at noticing the bright red car in the driveway. 

“Why is he here?” Toby mumbled, glaring at the car as if it personally offended him. 

“Sweetie, he is your father.” The lady said. Was that Toby’s mom then? He looked nothing like his mother it seemed. 

“Are you sure about that mom?” Toby growled sarcastically as he got out of the car. Masky went to follow them, out of pure curiosity, but light filled his vision again, blinding and almost otherworldly. 

When Masky could see again, he was in Toby’s room, the walls barren with a few holes in them. Toby was laying in bed, his shoulders shaking as he cried uncontrollably. Masky walked over, eyes wide. He’s never heard Toby cry. Despite having the personality of a psychotic child, Toby was great at keeping his emotions in tact. He sat down on the bed beside Toby, hand reaching out to comfort him. But the movement did nothing. Toby didn’t even react to him. 

“What is even going on?” Masky asked to no one. He jumped as the door slammed open. 

“Shut your fucking trap boy! I thought I raised you to be more of a man!” Masky looked at the man standing in the doorway. Brown hair that curled just slightly, hazel eyes, and almost the exact same skin color as Toby. 

Toby was a carbon copy of his father. 

The man approached, belt in hand with an angry glare on his face. Toby had shot up, apologizing intensely. Masky stood up, glaring himself. 

“Leave him alone you fucking deadbeat!” Masky growled, but Toby’s father just walked right through him. Literally. Masky closed his eyes, knowing what was coming next. 

HIs eyes opened, and everything seemed to change. Toby looked much thinner, bandages on his hands and fingers as he paced in his room. The kid was going mad. Masky noticed the scratching on the walls, the repeated drawing of the operator symbol. 

He was going to kill his boss after this. 

He watched as Toby jumped. Someone had been knocking on the door. “Toby dear? It’s time for dinner.” Masky watched as Toby tried to collect himself, sending a glare out the window before opening the door. “Hey hun, you feeling any better now?” His mother asked, a worried smile on her face.