Don't Be Scared

Chapter One: Fear

~(Authors Note: Hi! Soooo This is my first fanfic I've published, although I have a few more. Well, there was one, but I deleted it. I might bring it back if I work on it. Positive feedback and comments would be great. Also, sorry if everyone seems a bit OCC. There's quite a few ships in here. Like Jeff x E.J. And Slenderman x Ticci Toby ((obviously)) So yeah. *hides behind a rock* This was at the request of a very close friend that sadly lives very far away. Enjoy!)

Don't Be Scared

A Slenderman X Ticci Toby Fanfic

               Toby walked through the forest, sighing. The boss had sent him and the other proxies out to do a mission and.... It didn't turn out well for anyone. The house had been lit on fire, causing the twitching proxy to run. He abandoned the others in a fit of fear. That wasn't to go over well with the boss. On top of that, the other proxies, Hoodie and Masky, well more Masky than Hoodie, screamed at him after it all happened. Then stomped away. Now all that was running through the poor twitching proxies head was that he was in trouble and was to blame for all of this. 

He wandered through the oh so familiar woods until he came upon a river. He sat down on a boulder at the edge of the water. Lifting his goggles off his face and rested them beside him as he stared down at the water with his chocolate brown eyes. His body twitched and neck cracked as he took off his gloves. Bringing his hands to his mouth and his teeth latched onto the skin of his fingers. Gnawing slightly as he thought over what just happened... and what will happen once word reaches the boss. 

Soon enough the tired, scared proxy fell asleep in the night to the sounds of the river. Resting on the boulder. Head in his arms and goggles close to his chest. Wary even in his sleep as he twitched and cracked.

A few hours later Toby's head shot up. A startled cry slipping out of his mouth, muffled behind his mouth guard. Eyes wide and filled with tears as he shook. Sitting up on the rock and stretching as he trembled. Completely soaked. A storm had brewed overnight, rain pounding down relentlessly on him. Causing the river to be faster and wilder. He jumped as lightning struck and thunder roared. Yet he had slept right through it. That was understandable, though. The boss had been sending him out on increasingly hard missions. Some not even the boss himself could take on! But yet he did it. He tried so hard to live up to his boss's expectations. To make him happy.

In his mind, he believed that if he failed once, it was all over. They would kick him out. Outcast him from their lives. Make him go back. Or, the best scenario? Kill him. If they would be so merciful. He doubted it. But it wasn't really everyone else's thoughts that he cared about. It was only one that he cared for. The Slenderman. Operator. The boss of him and the proxies. The protector of all who live in his mansion. That was who he strives to impress. The need to do so overwhelming sometimes. The tasks were strenuous and life-threatening. He always completed them and returned home though. He always came back to his master.

Even when he was bleeding out and couldn't seem to find enough air to keep him alive he crawled back. Even when he was in the enemy's clutches, he slaughtered them and returned. Even as his vision faded to black and all he could think was nothing he returned like a loyal dog. Maybe that's what he was. A dog to his master. The proxy to the boss. The freak to the monster. No wonder his boss sent him away and expected him to return with his mission completed. It was like a dog fetching the ball for the owner.

His heart filled with sadness as he dragged his ever numb body to gather enough energy to grab his goggles. Head bowed as he let the rain gather in them like little puddles on an orange street. Thinking hard about his new discovery. Not noticing as the river bank swelled with the new water. Not seeing how the dirt under the boulder was lapped at by the rough waters. Not seeing the dirt wearing away slowly as the boulder slowly leaned forwards. Only seeing his bloodied, dirty hands and the sad thought of being nothing more than a dog for his boss.