What About Me? (Ticci Toby X Masky)

Toby's P.O.V.

It's been pretty quite today. I haven't seen Masky in a while. I wonder where he went. I'm sure he's fine, but I can't help but be concerned. I decide to go to Slendermams office for help.

"What is it, Toby?" Slenderman asks me. I hesitate, but eventually find the courage to ask.

"Um sir, I'm worried about Masky. He's been gone for a while now, and he doesn't have any missions. Could you go find him? For me?" I ask. I doubt he'll say yes, but who knows. He looks a little worn out and tired, but never the less, he replied with;

"If that will make it easier to do your job, then sure. I'll go look for him. Stay here, and don't bother the others." He says. I'm so happy, I just nod and run out of the room. I just hope Masky is ok.

Masky's P.O.V.

When I open my eyes, I immediately look around me. I'm in a blank concrete room, and I'm tied up against the wall with what I assume are chains. I attempt to break free, but it proved a futile attempt. I don't bother yelling for help. I can handle myself.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming closer to the entrance of my make shift cell. The door opens, and in walks a figure. I can't see his face, but he's wearing a black suit and tie, and looks about 6'4.He's very skinny, almost sickly. His skin seems to droop from his face. His eyes have dark bags under them, and his lips are quite thin. His skin is pale, from what looks like being  malnourished.

From what I can tell, he's not the one who kidnapped me. He doesn't look like he has the physical strength to knock me out and drag me all the way here. The man walks closer, and I can see his face now.  He notices I'm awake, and smiles at me.

"You probably don't know who I am. My name is Vincent. Vincent Crowley. I was hired to retrieve you, young man. Of course, as you can see, I'm in no condition to do that. So I hired someone else." The man, Vincent, says.

"Who hired you to get me?" I ask. The sooner I know, the sooner I can break out of here. The man seems to find my question amusing, for he suddenly starts laughing to himself.

"Oh, I can't tell you that. But what I can tell you, is that the person I work for, asked for you, dead or alive. I'm doing you a favor by not killing you myself. So don't test me boy." Vincent says. It's strange. He looks about 24, but acts like an old man.

"So, what are you planning on doing to me?" I ask.

"Not much. I'm just going to keep you alive, then hand you over to my employer." He says. I frown, and look down at the ground. I have no hope of getting out. I just hope someone else noticed I'm missing.

He then walks over to the wall, which has weapons hanging down. He picks up a spoon, and then comes back towards me. He doesn't give me any time to react, and before I know it, the spoon is digging inside of my skull. I scream, and try to pull away, tears mixed with blood streaming down my face.

A sudden jerk pulls me back to the situation, and I can feel him starting to pull on my eye. With a sickening pop, my eye comes out, hanging by a thread, dangling above my face. I couldn't even describe the pain I felt. It was almost like a burning, with pressure. So much pressure. It was unbearable, and soon, I passed out.