I can't think straight, my mind is clouded with rage and hate.
(Y/N) fell asleep and so I left and decided to go back home and track down Jack. That piece of shit will pay. I trusted him. This proves it. I should never trust anyone.
'What if (Y/N) isn't even trustworthy...' that hit me hard.
'No way, I've known her since we were kids..' I reassure myself. 'People change, people always change.'
I think.
God damnit.
I should just... run away.
And leave everyone.
Everyone at the house.
(Y/N) too.
She'd be better off without me.
I just cause so much trouble and I can't do anything right.
I hate myself so much.
If only I weren't immortal.
Then I could kill myself.
End all the suffering.
My dark thoughts cloud my thoughts and suddenly I'm home.
I walk into the dark broken down and beat up mansion. The paint peels off the walls and the ceiling leaks. The only bit of water is freezing cold and a nasty color and consistency. It smells. There are blood stains and smears everywhere. Road kill and dead humans in piles.
The rake sits eating the insides of humans.
I walk past BEN's open door and see him staring at static on an old broken T.V. and holding an N64 controller.
I don't bother him.
I move on to my room and grab my hatchets.
I resist the urge to walk into Jack's room and chop off his head.
He wouldn't die that easily, but recovery would be hell for him.
I don't put my hatchets in their holsters, I carry them. I feel bad for anyone or anything who crosses my path tonight.
I leave without saying a word and head onto the streets.
The walk is quiet.
I like the country sky.
Peaceful.
Calm.
Everything I'm not.
'The sky has more purpose than I do' I think to myself and huff and angry moan.
I hear a chuckle.
A girl chuckle.
I look around.
Hear it again.
2 voices now.
One male.
This will be fun.
I see them.
Now walking towards me.
15 feet.
10.
5.
They're here.
I purposely bump shoulders with the guy. I can sense his eyes as he turned to look at me.
"Hey pipsqueak." He says and I look at him.
Oh.
A tough guy.
"Watch where you are going. You bumped into me." He says.
I know just how to get to these guys.
"Use the other side of the street then." I say and turn around.
He growls and grabs my shoulder.
"I want an apology." He states.
I hate this.
The touching.
Anger.
Kill.
Kill.
Must kill.
Now!
I turn and pull up my goggles and mouth guard.
I look up at the guy.
My eye twitches involuntarily.
"H-Here is your apology" I tell him as I charge at him, hacking off his arm.
"I don't like touching." I laugh.
Screams.
He's screaming.
What a winey little bitch.
The giggly girl screams.
I always prefer the woman screams.
I love them.
I finish off the guy quickly as the girl runs.
She trips.
Idiot girl.
I attack.
Chopping off her head.
The blonde hair now stained pink with her own blood.
I continue my walk.
Where I will go is still a mystery.
I must go though.
I cannot stay.
I could never stay.
Last thing I think of is (Y/N).
I hope she'll be okay.
I hate this.
I hate life.
I hate myself.
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There. You got a look into Toby's mind. I enjoyed that. Writing that way for Toby was nice. I might do more of Toby's POV. But not in the next chapter. I'm sorry for taking forever. Tell me if you guys actually want me to continue my Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenario, because if you guys don't want it I won't continue it. But yeah. Enjoy my short update. I'll be updating either the 26th or the 27th. One if those. (:
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Bye, be safe and stuff.
