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

Toby walked past the many bedroom doorways until he finally came to his own plain wooden door. He paused, before pushing it open and stepping inside. He grabbed a small rucksack and began stuffing his meager possessions into it. Slenderman had relocated him to Masky and Hoodie's room, in case something else happened. The Proxies were more than happy to let Toby stay, as the room had actually been extended to allow training and workspace. Toby wandered through the house until he came to the large, heavy metal door with an operator symbol painted on in dripping black paint. He took a deep breath before heaving the door open and walking in, dropping his bag onto the small bed in the furthest corner of the room. Masky walked in, Mask off, trying in vain to rip a file out of Hoodies hands, while the taller man effortlessly held it up above his head, where Masky couldn't reach, even when he jumped. Toby watched as the pair crossed the room to the large desk, Masky still trying to steal the file. He snickered. Masky jumped and spun around, catching Toby with a grin spread across his face. Masky got a strange glint in his eye as a small smirk twitched his lips. He began inching towards Toby, the smirk growing more and more evil. Toby started to back up. Hoodie chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning against the desk to watch. Masky stretched his arms out towards Toby, who shrieked and trying to bolt through the still open door, but Masky grabbed him around the waist, swinging him down onto the bed, sitting on his stomach with his legs on each side, pinning him down. Toby shrieked and squirmed as Masky began tickling him. He screeched and tried wriggling out from beneath Masky, gasping and laughing. Masky laughed and let him up.

"Welcome to the fun side Toby," he joked, helping Toby to his feet. Hoodie was over at the desk, holding his stomach as he laughed. Toby felt an enormous grin spread across his face, and he felt lighter than he had for days. Masky winked at Hoodie, who nodded good naturedly, both happy that their plan to cheer Toby up had worked. Toby slept peacefully for the first time that night, not plagued by the horrible nightmare-form memories.

When he woke, he found a stack of hot waffles sitting on his bedside table, dripping with maple syrup. He smiled, scoffing them down, before padding into the bathroom to take a shower.

Clean and relaxed, he wandered around the house, looking for Masky. He narrowly avoided crashing into Sally, who was playing a game of chasey with Smile Dog. Toby eventually found Masky practicing some fighting moves outside. He watched the Proxy silently, admiring the professionalism and skill that he performed with. Eventually he walked over to Masky, holding out the water bottle he had grabbed from the kitchen on the way out. Masky thanked him and cracked it open, pushing his mask up and taking a gulp. Toby was quiet. Masky wiped his mouth with his sleeve and looked over at him.

"Toby, what's up?" he asked.

"I...I r-remember my p-past now," Toby confessed. Masky blinked, a crinkle forming between his eyebrows.

"Do you- do you remember why you are here?" Masky replied hesitantly.

"Y-yeah," Toby said remorsefully.

Masky gave Toby a small one-armed hug, squeezing his shoulders kindly. Toby smiled slightly, just a small twitch of his lips. He thought for a moment, remembering all of the times that Masky had helped him. He deserved to know, right?

"M-Masky?" he said uncertainly. Masky tilted his head in response.

"D-do you remember w-when I had that f-first v-vision? Well, it was m-my father, and ever s-since then, I've been h-hearing a new v-voice in my h-head. At f-first I d-didn't know who it w-was, but n-now I do. It's h-him. My d-dad. And h-he wants to h-hurt me..." Toby screwed his eyes shut; scared to look at Masky's face in case the Proxy thought he was just being stupid. But after moment of silence, he did look at Masky, to see the man deep in thought. Toby waited impatiently for a response. After a few more seconds, Masky looked up.

"Toby, you can't let him get to you, okay? Just because he is strong, doesn't mean he can control you. Force him out of your head. You're stronger than he is, okay? I promise."

Toby looked at Masky gratefully. He knew it was the right thing to do by telling him.

Later that night, everyone was seated around the dining table, waiting for dinner. Toby sat between Masky and Jeff, who had swung by Toby's new room to drop off a new iPod and tools for sharpening his hatchets with. Toby was finally starting to feel like part of this strange, murderous, insane family. The friendly conversation continued well into the meal. Once dinner was done Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Jeff, Ben, Sally went to go and sit on the couch in front of the TV. Jeff put a horror movie into the DVD player, and they all got comfortable. Ben brought out a large bowl of popcorn. As the screams on the TV began, the voices in Toby's head were also getting louder.

'This is all just a show to get you to trust them! They all hate you. You are a hindrance! Why don't you just take Hoodie's gun and put it in your mouth? It would be easier than having to deal with all of your stupid little problems. Do it, Do it, DO IT!

Toby shook his head, trying to shut out the voices. But then the voice of his father spoke up, silencing the ceaseless chatter of the other voices.

'Toby, do you really want these visions and voices to continue?' he questioned in a reasonable tone, "The last time you remembered something, you ended up throwing up blood. What do you think could happen next? It's just hurting you. I can help get rid of all of this. I promise. What do I gain from you having voices in your head and getting hurt?'

Toby frowned. Maybe he WAS trying to help. Maybe his father really did know a way to make it all stop. Toby was desperate to make the strange episodes and fits stop. He shook his head again. No. Surely it was just a trick to make Toby hurt himself. He closed his eyes, forgetting about the movie. He wasn't going to listen to the voices! He wasn't! All of a sudden, a symbol flashed before Toby's closed eyelids. It was red, and looked like a sickle crossed with an Egyptian Ankh, with what looked like half a moon constellation in the center, ending with a small dot in the very middle. The image only lasted a second, but the symbol was burned into Toby's brain. He made a small gasp, opening his eyes. He saw a bloody murder on the TV screen, and felt his stomach lurch. He stood up; shaking off Masky's concerned questions, and ran to the nearest bathroom, barley making it in time before he through up the contents of his stomach. He took a fast peek into the toilet bowl, but there was no blood this time, only his dinner. He heard the door open behind him, and stifled a sob as Masky came in and knelt beside him, rubbing his back as his body was racked with spasms, still trying to expel his stomach. Once his body had calmed down, he smiled shakily at Masky, making the excuse of eating something bad, before leaving the house. Jeff who was leaving the living room with a look of concern on his normally leering face stopped him at the door. Toby just faked a smile.

"I t-think I ate something b-bad," he lied, twitching. "I'm just gonna go for a walk to clear my head."

Jeff nodded.

"I'll come with you," he said, grabbing his precious knife from a nearby table. Toby just shook his head.

"It's f-fine, really, I j-just need some t-time to m-myself," he said quickly, slipping out the door before Jeff could stop him. As he exited the area surrounding the house, he looked up at the tall trees that made up the extensive woods that stretched for miles around the house. It was a perfect, secluded home for the murderers who lived there, but Toby found himself longing for normality. He began wandering through the dark trees, leaving the path far behind. He lost track of time as he walked, step by step, until he could no longer remember why he was there. Just as he began to enjoy the silence, the voices started up again.

'Do it, Do it, Do it! Just jump off the edge of the chasm, stab yourself with a branch, bash your head against a boulder. Anything. Just do it. Do it! DO IT NOW!

Toby fell roughly to his knees on the sharp rocks and sticks that littered the ground, tearing his jeans, feeling the skin on his legs and arms tear, but not feeling the pain. He held his head in his hands, screaming for the voices to stop. And then they did. They left, just as suddenly as they had come. He slowly got to his feet, ignoring the blood that ran down his limbs. He frowned, waiting for the voices to start back up again, but they didn't. There was only the sound of his own thoughts racing in his head. He spun in a slow circle, his frown deepening as he tried to remember which way he had come from. He didn't recognise a thing. His heart started beating faster as he felt another presence in his mind, preparing himself for the voices. But there was only one voice.

'Toby, it is time to make a decision," he father declared.