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

Jeff crashed into the wall as he was almost bowled over by a figure in a tan jacket.

"Masky? What's wrong?" Jeff sulked, rubbing his shoulder. Jeff saw Masky's eyes widen beneath his mask.

"Jeff! Where is Toby?" Masky hollered. Jeff frowned.

"He left about half an hour ago, he said he got sick from the food or something and needed some space," he replied. Masky swore loudly. Jeff grabbed the front of Masky's jacket.

"Hey, what's going on," he said, raising his voice, "Is Toby in trouble?"

Masky pushed Jeff away.

"Where did he go? Did he go into the woods?" Masky asked urgently. Jeff heard the panic in Masky's voice and backed off.

"Yeah, I think so. Is he okay?" he answered, voice lower now, worry laced through it.

Masky looked him in the eye.

"I don't think so," he confessed, moving to walk past Jeff. Jeff blocked him by putting a hand on the other mans shoulder.

"I'll help you find him."

Masky nodded gratefully and ran to get Hoodie.

Toby gasped as the knife opened up his skin, grinding against his ribs. His back arched as he felt the knife grind against the bone. He was shaking, lightheaded and dizzy from blood loss, but the torture was far from over. His father removed the knife from Toby's ribs, emitting another scream fro Toby as he did so. His father smiled as he placed the knife on the small table beside him. He looked at his handiwork. Toby was strapped to a wooden chair, and on the floor around his feet, a pool of blood. Toby himself was pale, teeth chattering, skin sliced and deep wounds covered him from head to toe. Toby's eyes rolled back, and his father grabbed his hair and forced his head back to look at him. Toby's eyes fluttered. His father growled, a low and guttural sound that made Toby shiver, and leaned forward so his face was inches from Toby's.

" If you close your eyes one more time, I will cut them out!" He shouted at Toby, causing the small boy to flinch and focus on his father. Toby's father smirked and let go of Toby's hair. Toby's head snapped up as he heard a sound at the heavy metal door to the right side of the dank room. His eyes widened as a girl about his age entered. She had long, tangled brown hair, similar in colour to his. She had uneven stitches running from each corner of her mouth, to about midway across her cheeks, in a similar smile to Jeff's, but hers seemed to be healed, the stitches obviously a fashion choice. Her right eye was a bright, piercing green, and her left eye had been replaced with a cracked silver clock, dark blood oozing from the ruined eye socket. Toby noticed two serrated knives hooked onto her belt. The girl looked at him, meeting his eyes with her mismatched gaze, before frowning slightly and turning to his father. Her voice was low and urgent when she spoke.

"Sir, my Master would like to know if you require anything else," she addressed Toby's father. In turn, he nodded, removing the bloody gloves he had been wearing.

"Indeed," he answered. "I shall speak to him now. Watch over the twitchy freak would you my dear? Make sure he doesn't screw anything up."

The girl murmured an affirmative, and Toby's father left the room, closing the metal door securely behind him. Toby watched as the strange girl grabbed a chair from the other side of the room and dragged it in front of Toby, before dropping down in it, resting her chin on the top of the backrest. Toby tried not to twitch nervously, biting down hard on his lip. Too hard, because he tasted the metallic taste of blood flood into his mouth, feeling it drip down his chin. He clenched his teeth together as the girl reached into her pocket, ready for another round of torture, but instead of a weapon, she pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket. She looked Toby in the eyes as she gently wiped the blood from his face. He frowned, confused by the strange act of kindness. The girl sighed as sat back down, facing Toby.

"My name is Clockwork," she said with a lilting voice. "Your Toby Rogers, aren't you?"

Toby looked at her from the corner of his eye, scowling, trying not to pass out from the blood loss.

"M-my name is Ticci Toby, not T-Toby Rogers. I-I don't want t-that name any m-more," he snapped. Clockwork nodded.

"I understand," she said gently, "I left my old name behind too." She glanced at the door, a quick flicker of her eyes. Toby frowned again.

"Toby," she whispered urgently, "I am going to help you get out of here."

Toby gave a start. Clockwork stood up, grabbing her knives from her belt. She quickly walked over to the back of Toby's chair and began sawing through the thick straps that bound him to the chair. As soon as he was free, Toby stood, but fell down from the dizziness. He closed his eyes as the room spun around him. Clockwork made a desperate sound, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the small window at the furthest end of the room.

"Come on Toby, I know you aren't well, but we've got to run, or else your father and my master are going to catch us!" she exclaimed, grabbing his hatchets and belt from a nearby table. Toby shook his head to clear the dizziness, and used Clockwork's arm to stand properly. Clockwork used one of the hatchets to smash the glass, and laced her hands together to boost Toby up.

"Careful," she cautioned, "It's a pretty long drop down."

Toby pulled himself onto the windowsill, swinging one leg over, and staring down at the long drop below. It was at least 9 meters. He looked back at Clockwork, opening his mouth to say something, but just at that moment the door across the room flew open, revealing his father standing in a swarm of terrifying dark shadows that curled around him. His eyes, which had originally been brown, were now pitch black, including the whites. He snarled, revealing sharp teeth. He began running towards the pair at the window. Clockwork screamed at Toby, and he reached down to grab her hand, pulling her up onto the window with him. They jumped just as Toby's father reached for their ankles. Toby and Clockwork screamed as they fell, the wind rushing around them, whipping their hair into their faces. They both landed in a painful heap at the bottom. Toby stirred and lifted his chest up off the ground, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Clockwork was already scrambling to her feet. Toby tried to rise, but he just didn't have the strength. He collapsed, exhausted. His vision swirled and dimmed. Just then, he saw three figures running at full speed towards them. Clockwork growled and pulled her knives out, ready to meet the figures. Toby recognized the flash of a bright yellow jumper, a white mask, and a bloody smile. He called out weakly to his friends. Clockwork glanced at him, and put her knives away, grabbing him under the arms to drag him over to Masky, Hoodie and Jeff. The three men reached Toby and Clockwork, Masky scooping Toby up into his arms. There was a horrible screeching noise from the broken window the pair had escaped from. Everyone glanced up. Toby's father was there, shadows playing with his hair, a look of fury on his horrifying face. Hoodie raised his gun towards the demonic figure and fired. Toby's father just threw his head back and laughed maniacally. The group turned and fled through the forest, Masky still carrying the now unconscious Toby. A few shadows gave chase, but Jeff and Clockwork took turns at slicing at them. The group fled through the twisted trees, until they came to a more familiar setting. They continued running through Slender Woods until they reached the familiar path leading up to the mansion. As they grew closer, they realized the sky was turning dark, filled with the swarming shadow that stank of death and decay. The group crashed through the mansion doors, Hoodie kicking them firmly shut, sliding the deadbolt just as a rush of shadows collided with enough force to make the heavy doors shake in their hinges. Hoodie turned to face the rest of the group, only to find the rest of the residents staring with open mouths. A few people frowned at Clockwork with suspicion, but silence fell as Slenderman appeared.

" Boys, I'm glad your mission was successful and Toby has been rescued, but we have a war on our hands," he announced, " Everyone take your positions, this isn't going to end well..."