I've Finally Found Where I Belong...With The Killers. -Ticci Toby-

Toby sat in the small bedroom that was now his. It was small, with only a bed, drawers, full-length mirror and window. He walked over to the mirror and stared at his reflection. His shaggy brown hair hung over his golden brown eyes. He was wearing a light brown jumper with dark stripes down the sleeves, black gloves, dark jeans and black converse. The creature who had spoken to Toby in the hospital room had also given Toby a pair of orange tinted goggles, a mouth mask that covered his entire lower face; covering his ripped mouth, and also a belt with holsters for the two hatchets that were apparently his. There was an old, chipped hatchet with a wooden handle, and the other was new and shiny, with a bright orange handle. Toby looked at the hatchets and wondered where they had come from; after all, the creature had said they were his. He froze. Why couldn't he remember? He thought harder. He... he couldn't remember anything. It was like he hadn't even existed before he woke up in that hospital. It was almost as if his memory had been...erased. Just then he heard a knock at the door. His head shot up, and he backed into the corner. What if this was all a trap, and those monsters who stole my memory want to hurt me? Toby started shaking. There was one more knock, and the doorknob spun around. Toby sunk to the ground in terror. A man walked in. He was one of the "people" who had been standing over Toby in the hospital, the one with the white mask and tan coat. He entered slowly, as if to try not to frighten Toby. He noticed Toby sitting in the corner with a terrified look on his injured face. Toby heard a small sigh come from beneath that mask. The man closed the door behind him, and slowly walked over to Toby, taking small, careful steps, with his hands in front of him in a reassuring gesture. Toby shrunk back even further.

" It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," the man said, in a low voice. Toby raised his head from where it had rested on his arms and his shoulder twitched. The man slowly raised a hand to his mask, lifting it up to reveal his face.

"See? I'm just like you."

Toby studied the man. He had dark eyes, and auburn hair with long side burns. His face seemed sympathetic. But why would a monster feel sympathy for him?

" I know what your thinking Toby," the man said, " you think we are monsters, and you're scared. It's okay. I know you don't remember anything, but I know your past, and that's why you are here. We have all gone through similar events to you, and we have all been hurt. But that's what brought us here. We are all outcasts."

Toby looked at him carefully. The man noticed that Toby was still shaking. He sank down beside Toby, and looked at him.

"What do you remember about yourself?" he asked.

Toby frowned slightly.

" M-My name is T-Toby Erin Rogers, I'm s-seventeen years old. That's all I-I remember. W-Why can't I remember? Why can't I r-remember?!" His voice rose until he was shouting at the top of his lungs. " Where are w-we, what am I d-doing here? W-Who is e-everyone?"

" Okay calm down, it's alright!" The man said, placing a hand on Toby's quivering shoulder.

"Okay, my name is Tim, but I am called Masky here, it's probably best that you come up with another name, or nickname for yourself too. The loss of your memory is due to Slenderman. He's the faceless man who spoke to you back at the hospital ward."

Masky gave Toby a kind look. "I know he seems scary at first, but he's actually good, and he takes care of everyone here. He's also me and Hoodie's boss. Hoodie is the really tall man who was standing next to me, with the yellow hoodie and the black hood. We are what you would call Proxies. We work for Slenderman, going on "missions" for him. Sometimes it's watching people sometimes it's an assassination."

Toby cracked his knuckles, and a confused expression crossed his face.

"W-What does t-this have to do with m-me?"

Masky looked at Toby, and for the first time, Toby saw how much he really did want to help Toby.

"Because Slenderman wants you to become his Proxy as well."

"What?!"

Toby jumped up. It was one thing to be dragged into this place, but from what this Masky guy was telling him, these people were murderers and stalkers, and he didn't want anything to do with that. His heartbeat raced and his breathing sped up.

"Toby calm down," Masky began, but at that instant, Toby's legs gave out and he dropped to the floor, jerking around, shoulders shaking badly. Masky dropped to the floor beside Toby, yelling for someone to come and help. Toby gave one last shudder and fell still, slightly twitching every now and then. Masky looked at him helplessly. Toby gave a shuddering breath.

"I-It's okay, I'm f-fine, I'm used t-to it," he said in a weak, shaky voice.

Masky looked at him.

" That's right, you have Tourette's, don't you? Was that one of your attacks?" he asked.

Toby stared at the floor. "Y-Yeah."

Masky nodded and rubbed Toby's back.

" It's okay Toby, you don't need to be ashamed. Many people here have some form of mental illness or another." He told him. Toby just nodded, and Masky left to talk to Slenderman. As soon as he left, Toby let a few tears slide down his cheeks. He didn't want to seem weak to these people, but with his long list of mental illnesses, he was going to have a hard time hiding it. Along with the Tourette's syndrome, which cause him to constantly "tic", by cracking his neck and knuckles, he had Schizophrenia; causing him to heard "voices", ADHD; making it impossible for him to sit still, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (possibly from whatever had happened to him before he landed here), and, according to "Slenderman", he had what was known as C.I.P.A, which meant he could not feel pain. Right now he did feel quite numb, but he figured that was more due to shock and terror than physical pain. He didn't want to work for a bunch of killers...did he?

He thought about his ailments. He seemed to hear voices, nasty voices, calling his name, but it sounded different. Twitchy Toby, they seemed to jeer, Twitching freak! Always twitching and ticking! Tic Tic Tic! Ticci Toby! Ticci Toby!

Ticci Toby...