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(Masky)
Well, great. Just great. Slender had told me to kill someone, which wasn't bad. I was used to it. But he had to make Toby come along, didn't he? I know better than to argue with Slendy, but holy hell does he make stupid decisions.
Me and Toby walked silently through the woods, well at least, I walked silently.
"H-Hey Masky! H-Hey M-Masky! M-Masky!" He stuttered over and over, poking at me.
I just have to ignore him. Just keep walking and keep your eyes forward.
"M-Masky! H-Hey!"
Ignore..
"M-Masky!"
Him..
"H-Hey! S-Stop i-ignoring me!"
"What you ticcing fuck?! What do you want?!" I snapped. I didn't want to snap at him, I was trying to do that less and less. But of course, he pushed me.
"I-I was j-just a-asking if y-you were e-excited f-for the m-mission, b-but I guess n-not.." He said quietly, hurt. I sighed
"Hey, let's just get on with the mission, okay?" I asked, my mind wandering.
We arrived at the house our victim was staying in. It was a nice house, with white window panes. I quickly realized whose house it was. It was Toby's old house.
Some new person had moved in, but it still has the same feelings. I heard a small sniff and looked next to me. Tears trickled down Toby's cheeks, and he tried to wipe them away when he saw me looking at him.
"W-Well are w-we j-just g-going to st-stand h-here?" He asked, a little too loudly. The person looked out of his window into the dark. Toby and I immediately ducked out of sight.
"Okay toby, you sneak through the right window, I'll sneak through the back." I muttered, ready to run around the house.
"C-can we n-not k-kill this o-one?" Toby asked quietly, startling me. He had never backed out of a mission.
"Why? You love any excuse to use your hatchets." I whispered. He smiled sadly, and I sighed.
"It's j-just that.. I still r-r-remember the l-look my mom g-g-gave me w-when she s-saw me k-k-kill m-my d-dad and-" he stopped, his stuttering getting worse.
I looked over at Toby with concern. I had seen him cry. Hell, I've even seen him have a panic attack because his voices told him he was a ticcing mess and no one wanted him. But this was a different cry. I smiled and scooted closer to him. Then the unthinkable happened.
I hugged him.
You see, I hate Toby. He never leaves me alone. And I mean NEVER. but right now, when he's helpless and sad? He might as well be my child.
I traced my fingers through his soft hair, whispering softly. He gradually stopped crying. Even when his sobs subsided into sniffles, I still held him.
I could get used to this.