I Guess I'm Not A Mindless Murderer (TicciMask)

I'm Sorry, This Is Goodbye...

Oof I haven't updated in soo long lol I'm sorry i-i

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"Toby?" Clockwork yelled from downstairs. "Masky?"

"Yeah?" Toby said, and peered over the railing, Tim by his side.

"We're going to the party. Sure you don't want to come?" She asked, her eye showing worry. "We're dropping Sally off at Lulu's cause, well, she can't go, and you two aren't exactly kid people..."

"Yeah, we'll skip. See you all when you get back." Tim nodded, his mask hiding the sad expression.

"K, see ya." Clockwork nodded before heading out the door, the rest of the pastas muttering their goodbyes and following. Toby sighed, and threw himself on his bed.

"I kinda feel bad..." he whispered, and Tim sat next to him, pulling up his mask to show the expression. Toby sighed, and shook his head. "Most of them were good people. Sally was just a kid, so was BEN. Jeff was just drove insane, like most of them. And we're leaving them."

"Hey," Tim put a hand on his back, giving him a sad smile. "It's not our fault. Maybe they'll leave, they're not Proxies, they can just go at any time."

"Heh, yeah..." Toby smiled. Tears welled up in his eyes. "We should wait a while before we leave."

"That's a good idea." Tim nodded, and ruffled his hair slightly. "Wanna watch TV?"

Toby stood up, pulling Tim up with him. They went downstairs and sat on the couch, turning on a random movie. Toby grinned, his favourite movie, Frankenweenie, was on. Despite the sad events that were to come, it lifted his mood ever so slightly. Tim sighed, and Toby looked up, a worried look in his eyes.

"It's okay, I'm fine. Calm down." Tim chuckled, and Toby leaned his head on his shoulder. They both smiled. Once the film was done, which was around an hour, both of their faces turned hard. 

"I guess it's time." Toby said quietly. He pulled his bag over his shoulder and stood up. He wanted to blend in when they got to the actual world, so he abandoned his mouth guard but kept his goggles on his hair.

"Yep." Tim sighed, glaring at the place. "I'm gonna miss everyone."

"Same. But what can you do?" Toby nodded, picking up his camcorder and turning it on. Tim had attached his, as he always used the chest mounted one, and turned it on. Picking up his own bag, they left.

The snapping of twigs and the sound of their boots sinking into the mud was the only thing that could be heard in the forest, the sound of rain falling silent. No animals ever came to the Slender Woods as it drove them off.

"Tim..." said Toby, sounding scared.

"Yeah? What's up?" Tim glanced at him.

"Uh, well, uh, where am I gonna get my prescription?" Toby asked. "Wand what about yours?"

"I'll call up the doctors, try find another place in Alabama that can get us it. Don't worry."

"Thanks..." Toby sniffled. Silence once again fell.

Finally, they reached the silver car. Tim slid into the drivers seat, Toby getting into the passengers side. Toby put the old camcorder on the dashboard and Tim started up the old vehicle, the spluttering of the engine filling the air. 

"Tim..." Toby fiddled with the sleeve of his turtleneck, the black fabric frayed at the end. Tim glanced at him, the greenery passing by.

"Yeah, Tobes?" Tim sounded worried.

"It's just..." Toby trailed off, staring at his bandaged hands. "Well, why did you want to help me...?"

"That's a dumb question." He huffed, smiling at him. "Why wouldn't I? You were literally taken hostage by a faceless guy and so was I. It's not that hard to figure out."

"Hm." Was all Toby said. He nodded, before snuggling into the old leather chair. Tim smiled at him, the light snoring sound almost unheard over the rumbling of the car. He rolled up the windows, and the sound of the engine and the grumbling of the tires on the road becoming muffled and almost silent, the snoring sound becoming less drowned out. He turned on the radio and a song played faintly, the crackling making the song almost inaudible.

The drive was long, the day stretching by. Toby slept for a few hours, only muttering a few phrases such as 'Dad, please stop drinking!', 'Where the fuck are my ADHD meds?', 'Lyra?' and 'Eat shit, dad.'

Tim had the window down a bit, smoking a cigarette. The smell still filled the old car, but neither of the men seemed to mind. After a few hours of driving, they pulled into a small rest stop. It was shabby, with a few fast food places, a motel and a few shops. 

"Hey, Toby." Tim shook the boy, who groaned lowly and rubbed his eyes before sitting up and stretching.

"Mmm." Toby yawned, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. "Where are we?"

"A motel. C'mon, we don't have much to bring in." Tim nudged him, and they got out, their legs stiff from the hours of driving.

"Bland place." Toby muttered, grabbing the bag from the trunk. Tim took his own and slung it over his shoulder. 

They got a room (idk how motels work lol) and threw their stuff in. The bags had a few outfits, some personal belongings and important stuff, such as pills, weapons and tapes. The room, much like the rest of the rest stop, was bland, with cream walls, two dusty brown chairs, a large red bed with a hard mattress, an old worn dresser, crappy motel art and dirty carpet.

"Not exactly the nicest place," Tim stated the obvious, "But it'll do, keep us safe."

"Yeah." The boy nodded his head, looking around the room at the shabby, moth-hole covered curtains. He reached forward, ready to throw them open, but Tim shook his head.

"They might find us." He smiled worriedly. "Sorry, I'm just-"

"Nah, you know more about this than me." Toby shook his head. Instead of pulling the curtains open, he kicked off his shoes, put the camera facing the bed and laid down on it. Dust flew up, making him cough and twitch. "Dusty." He patted the old duvet and more plumes flew up. "C'mon, you should sleep, Tim."

"You sure? What if-" He was picking at his nails, but was cut off by Toby.

"Hey, shut up." He smiled, putting his bandaged hands on Tim's. "Get changed, and we'll sleep. You need it, you were driving for hours."

"Hmm...Fine." Tim smiled back. 

He grabbed a pair of shorts and changed, Toby doing the same. They both climbed into the manky old bed, and Tim pulled Toby into a spooning position, petting his hair and telling him that everything was going to be fine.

After all...

It was...

Wasn't it...?

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Hah you all must hate me...Please don't. Sorry for the massive wait, I've been busy lol.

Hope you enjoyed!

~Majora xx