Characters: Ticci Toby/Tobias Rogers, Sally Williams, Tim Wright/Masky, Nina the Killer.
Summary: Toby has a nightmare.
TW: Mentions of blood, cursing, death, description of a corpse, implied panic attack(s).
Word Count: No clue, wrote this on my phone. Maybe around 1K? Maybe under? Idk.
Leaves crunched underneath Toby, winds howled through the trees surrounding him.
It was silent, eerily so.
Toby felt a sinking sense of dread climb into a his throat, digging a pit in his stomach so it could reside peacefully.
He kept walking, slowly making his way through the confusing trails of the forest.
Then, the metallic sense of blood filled his nostrils suddenly, and his eyes widened.
It was fine, probably just some random person that wandered in too far. Nobody he should… worry.. about.
Sally lay on the ground in front of him, her body incredibly still, yet her breathing erratic.
“Sally-?” Toby’s voice was barely hearable, sounding more like he was whispering rather than actually speaking.
He sprinted towards the girl, dropping to his knees and turning her onto her back.
His body stilled as he saw her eyes.
They were a milky white, almost blending with her irises, yet having a gray enough rim to tell she had pupils. Her cheeks were stained with tears, which still currently fell from the girl’s eyes.
Her eyes were completely blank, yet still seemed hurt? Toby didn’t know.
“Sal- Sally, hey! Hey! Look at me! Come on- Toby’s right here!” Toby cupped her face, his other hand holding her hand tightly. “Big brother’s right here! Come on, Sal- just- come on- Tobs is waiting for you to wake up! It’s time to wake up!” He seemed delirious now, a manic grin covered his face as he spoke.
“Please, Sal- I can’t lose you too- just wake up- FUCK! Wake up, Sal!” The salty taste of his tears touched the tip of his tongue. “Please- please! Stop it! Please- please- please- I’m sorry! I don’t- please-“ He couldn’t breathe. He was drowning, suffocating.
His head tilted downwards as he gasped for air, sobbing. He screamed, his shouts breaking off into cries as he looked back up at Sally.
Not her. Please- anybody but her. Take him! Get rid of him- why does she have to die? This isn’t-
“GOD! FUCK!” His teeth were gritted, groaning rising from his throat and trying to shove their way from his mouth, making them muffled as his teeth held them back.
He handled Sally’s body, her limp head now resting on his shoulder, his hands resting on her back as he squeezed her tightly.
Her arms lay limp at her sides, her chest never moving along with her breaths. She was cold. She was so cold.
He wrangled a hand into her hair, petting and running his fingers through the strands. She wasn’t dead- please- she can’t be dead-
He gasped and hiccuped into the nothingness that surrounded them.
“It hurts..” Toby froze at the sound of her voice. He pulled her back, watching her face contort with pain as she spasmed.
“Sally- SAL! You’re gonna be okay, OKAY?! You’re going to be alright! I-I’ll save you! I’ll help you!”
“It hurts so much..” She whispered, her face relaxing as it tilted back.
“Sally-? Sally- Sal-“ She stopped moving, stopped breathing. She was colder than before, and her eyes were half-lidded, her pupils still barely visible.
Toby sat there, his breaths short, quiet.
He knocked his forehead against the girl’s chest, and screamed. He screamed until his own chest hurt, he screamed until his throat was dry, he screamed until he couldn’t breathe anymore.
He screamed for the sister he lost.
Toby sat up, shifting the covers off of him as he heaved for air, gripping the front of his shirt in his fist.
Sally. He needed to check on Sally.
He shoved the covers off of him as he stumbled out of bed, rushing out of his room and towards wherever Sally’s was.
He slammed open her door, waking up her and anyone else who resided in a room near hers.
Didn’t Tim and Nina have a room around hers? Whatever.
“Toby..?” Her voice had its rasp again, unlike her voice in the dream. It was tired, confused, not hurt or in pain.
Toby staggered towards her, falling into her and bringing her into a strong embrace.
Sally understood immediately, reciprocating the hug, balling the cloth of his shirt in her hands to show she was there.
She wasn’t gone, she was present, she was still physically here.
He felt lingering eyes at her doorway, watching the two of them. There were two pairs, one confused, one concerned. He couldn’t care less.
“S-S-So-Sorry.. just… n-n-needed to c-ch-ch-check on y-yo-y-you.” Sally’s eyes held understanding. Her eyes.. they were green, not a grayish white, and they still had a glint of life in them.
“Want me to spend the night in your room?” Sally signed, raising an eyebrow to state the fact it was a question.
Toby nodded, helping the girl from her bed.
When he turned around—Sally’s hand in his—he saw Tim and Nina at the door.
“You alright?” Nina asks, her brows furrowed in something resembling worry.
Toby nodded, dragging Sally along with him as the two exited her room.
He didn’t even notice the fact Tim didn’t have his mask on, and his back was turned before he could see the way Tim’s eyes widened in concern at his tear-streaked face.
Sally squeezed his hand softly in comfort, and he squeezed back.
His little sister wasn’t gone.
His little sister wasn’t gone.