Hold on to me

Chapter 1

Masky's POV

I got back from a mission with Hoody and ran strait towards my room hoping I could finally rest a bit. I smiled as I reached the door to my room and stretched my hand towards the handle only to be pulled back by Slendy himself.

"Oh, hey, you scared me." I chuckled.

"Pardon me. I just wanted to make you aware of something before you go into your room."

"What is it?"

"A new one....I wanted to assign you to him to make sure he will be okay. His mental state won't be the best as you know. "

"Whoa wait, who are you talking about?"

"You'll see once you get inside. I can trust you with this right?"

"Why can't you do it? You did it with the rest of us so-"

"I have some business I have to take care of and I won't be back for a while."

"Ugh, fine."

"Good, I have to go now. When I return I expect to find that boy safe and sound."

Who was he talking about?

I opened the door cautiously, hoping he wouldn't be a lunatic like Jeff. I opened the door all the way to find a teen boy sleeping on my bed. Curiously I made my way over to him and moved his messy brown hair out of his face. My face turned into one of confusion once I saw that he did not look like a murderer at all. He didn't look a day over fifteen and he looked so innocent and defenseless the way he was sleeping. He had both of his arms around his shoulders and had his knees pulled up to his chest. hmm...cute.

I looked over to the window and saw that the sun was rising, I had to wake him up sooner or later.....I shook his shoulder, with a force strong enough to wake him but not enough to hurt him.

"Hey, wake up kid."

I watched him as he started to stir, opening his eyes slowly blinking a few times to get used to the light that was pouring in through the windows. He sat up slowly sitting up on his feet, using one hand to place on the bed for balance, and the other to rub his eyes.

"M-mom?"

I held back a laugh and smiled at him. such innocence, I wonder what he did to get him to come here.

"No, umm... I'm Ti-Masky! I meant to say Masky." I rubbed the back of my neck as I started to laugh nervously. I never give my name away, what's wrong with me? I looked up at his when I herd him gasp in fear.

"W-where am I? W-who are you! Where's my mom and da-" His eyes suddenly went wide and his face paled up. His breathing picked up and he started shaking really bad, twitching every once in a while. He opened his mouth and started mumbling something I couldn't hear. He suddenly clutched his head and shut his eyes tight as he started screaming and twisting violently. His breath picked up and he started to hyperventilate. Shit. I stood up from the bed and stepped away with wide eyes as he stated scratching at his arms desperately, drawing blood even.

"H-hey stop! What are you doing? You're hurting yourself you idiot!" I screamed at him, my voice flooded in concern. I ran over to him and grabbed both of his hands so he wouldn't hurt himself. I thought he would pull away, but instead he threw his hands to clutch both of my shoulders and buried his face into my shirt sobbing even louder. I look this opportunity to put my arms around him and bring him closer to me so that he put his legs around by back and I used a hand to hold him up and the other to rub his hair gently, hoping this would calm him down a little.

"Hey, shhh, shhh, it's okay." I repeated this over and over until he calmed down a little, but I was surprised at what he said next.

"Please!*hic* P-please kill m-me!" My heart felt a little tug as he broke down in front of me.

"What are you saying? You're fine, just try to calm down okay?"

"I-I c-can't live with t-this, please!" he let out another sigh as he buried his face deeper into my shirt.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to let that happen to you, and I won't let you do anything to yourself either. Just try to calm down you're having a panic attack it will pass soon, just listen to my voice and keep breathing in and out okay?0"

He nodded and started to try to match his breathing with mine as I rocked him like a baby in my arms. After a while, his breathing went steady and I looked down to look at his to find him sound asleep. I stood up and laid him on the bed, being careful not to wake him and sat down on my desk chair and continued to watch him sleep. This will be harder than I thought. I wonder what's going though his head, I mean, none of us are usually this bad after killing someone. Poor kid, just what exactly happened to him?