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

Toby spent the rest of the week digging through his mind, furiously trying to remember something else about the man from the first vision. He just couldn't stop thinking about it. He had a bad feeling, along with a sense of foreboding and guilt, masked in sadness, anger and hatred. He didn't know what these feeling and emotions could mean, other than maybe he had known the man before he was killed, and was upset about his death, and felt anger and hatred towards the person who killed him. He didn't know why he felt the foreboding and guilt though, but maybe he just felt guilty that he couldn't help? He just couldn't let the whole thing go. He was determined to get to the bottom of it.

He decided to go for a walk through the woods, back to the training area, which he had been steered clear from since the first vision, taking the rest of his training sessions behind the Mansion, away from the woods. Toby stalked through the mansion, trying to find where Ben had hidden his mouth mask. The elf boy had been a great friend to Toby, but he was a little irritating sometimes. Toby sighed and walked into the other boy's room. It was filled with computers and consoles, and hundreds of games lined the walls. Something Toby had discovered about the younger boy was that he liked to travel through electronic devices, including computers, TV's and even mobile phones, turning into a spirit form and traveling through the wires and circuits. Ben was nowhere in sight this time. Toby sighed and rummaged through the mess, tripping over tangled wires and cords. He clambered over a pile of broken monitors, fishing his mask out from beneath an old cracked PC. He shook his head at the mess, and walked out of the room. He snuck down the hallway, making sure to tiptoe past the shiny black painted door that belonged to Jane. Even after a week of Toby living at the mansion, Jane was still as hostile and cruel as ever to Toby. Most of the time Jeff managed to turn up at the perfect moment to distract Jane with her ever-bubbling fury and hatred towards him. Toby didn't know what history those two had together, but he was staying clear of it. Toby managed to make it across the kitchen entryway without squeaking the stupid floorboards that always seemed to be against him whenever he was trying to sneak up on someone. Said someone usually being Masky of coarse. What with all the seriousness of the training and work of being a Proxy, Toby usually tried to build a wall between the mature side of the work, and the more relaxed side of being at home by teasing Masky, and playing pranks on him. Toby peered around the corner, checking to see if anyone would see him slip out of the front door. Suddenly a hand grabbed his upper arm, pulling him back just as he was about to make a dash to the door. Toby gasped and spun around, wrenching his arm from the tight grip. His eyes widened as he realised who the grey skinned hand belonged to.

"J-Jack?" he asked incredulously, twitching.

The older grey skinned boy was unmasked, and gave Toby a sharp-toothed smirk. He had a dark blue hoody on, similar in colour to his missing mask. Toby noticed the mischievous edge in Eyeless Jack's smile. His dark eye sockets dripped with thick black tar.

"And where are you off to, sneaking around on such a lovely, sunny day?" the demon boy asked in a slightly threatening tone. Toby gulped, knowing that Jack was thinking about payback for Toby's latest prank, which involved swapping Masky and Eyeless' masks, causing a bit of chaos when they later went on separate missions. Jack was obviously thinking about some good ways of getting Toby back.

"Um, n-nowhere..." Toby lied. Jack picked up on the deceit in Toby's voice, and grinned.

" Well, well, well," Jack said in a viciously singsong voice, " It seems someone doesn't want Slenderman to know that he's sneaking out into the deep, dark woods," he sung. Toby scowled.

" Just k-keep your m-mouth c-closed p-please Jack!" He pleaded, cracking his neck.

Jack smiled. "Well maybe I won't tell Slenderman if you let me come with you on your sneaky little expedition," he scornfully hinted, pulling his jumper over his head, throwing it onto the back of the couch.

Toby scowled. He had no choice but to say yes. After all, he couldn't exactly let Slenderman find out that he was trying to get his memory back after he gave Toby strict instructions not to try, could he?

Jack followed Toby deep into the woods, to the training area. He actually isn't that bad company, Toby thought to himself. The older boy followed Toby without question or complaint, occasionally making small talk, but Toby enjoyed the silence just as much as the friendly chat. It wasn't often that Eyeless Jack and Toby were in each other's company, but when they were, the boys got along rather well. Jack could be very mature most of the time, but he could never resist joining in with Toby in a prank or annoying Jeff. Those times when the older demon boy showed his childish side were rare, but that just made the fun even better. Toby stopped suddenly, Jack crashing into him from behind. The demon boy cursed to himself as he almost sent Toby flying. But Toby didn't even notice. He was staring at the clearing. A wave of déjà vu hit him like a wall. The training dummy lay propped up against a large tree. Toby slowly walked over to it. Jack tilted his head at the younger boy quizzically. He cautiously trailed after Toby.

Toby slowly sank down beside the dummy, running his hands over the coarse material. He didn't seem to feel the rush of emotion, nor see any visions this time. He shook his head and got to his feet. He turned to tell Jack he was sorry for dragging him out here for nothing, but stopped cold, mid turn.

What was happening?

Toby felt a rush of dizziness flow through him, causing him to stagger. The world tilted in front of his eyes. Everything seemed to pale, colour leaking out of the previously green trees and shrubs until the whole clearing was tinted place blue and grey. A chill ran down Toby's spine, as he heard a terrifying groan come from behind him. He spun, expecting to see Eyeless Jack standing here, but what he saw was imprinted into his mind. He heard a long eerie groan from behind him, which seemed to come from right beside his ear. He turned as fast as he could, and found himself face to face with none other than his dead sister. Her eyes were clouded white, skin pale, her jaw barley hanging on by skin and muscle, glass protruding from her forehead, and dark blood leaking down her face. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail like it always was. She was wearing her grey t-shirt with her black athletic shorts as she had that fateful day. Her legs were bent in way they shouldn't have been. She stood, emitting a long croaking noise, only an inch from Toby's face. An onslaught of images sent Toby crashing to the ground, as the death of his sister was repeated over and over again. He screamed and covered his mouth, trying not to throw up. He dragged himself away from the horribly twisted figure of his sister. The thing made another strange gurgling noise, but this time is seemed like Toby could hear words from beneath the growl. He stopped trying to back away and listened more carefully.

Toby, RUN! He's coming for you!

Toby gasped as he finally made sense of the words the creature was saying.

"W-what? Who is c-coming for m-me?" he choked. His sister groaned again.

Da...

Toby almost screamed in frustration.

"Who?! W-who is I-it?!" he yelled.

Da...Da... Dad...

Toby started. "Dad? Who is our Dad? What does he want? Why is he coming?" he questioned in terror, but at that moment a dark shadow filled his vision, and he remembered no more.