#i swore i've written something like this for toby but ig not

[scary-lasagna]

Ooo requests are open. First off I wanna say how wonderful your writing is? Like, I was a fandom writer for a bit and you’ve always been an inspiration. If possible, could I request Masky, Hoodie, and Toby accidentally hurting/killing their s/o’s? I saw the prompt for E.J. and Jeff on your masterlist and just, wow that hurt

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Masky

Masky has always destroyed Tim's life at every turn.

Right when it gets better, right when it seems like he has a somewhat normal life again, it all comes crashing down in broken shards of what he once was.

So he does what he knows.

He leaves. He runs far away from you, and leaves no trail for you to follow him on.

It's less dangerous for you, and less damaging to Tim, knowing he ha to sleep at night and wondering if you're going to wake up in the morning with a black eye or not.

Would Masky kill you? Tim doesn't know. And he really doesn't want to find out.

He woke up from Masky's switch, standing over your limp body. And he just couldn't handle it.

He's sorry, he's so sorry, but he couldn't even stomach staying long enough to help you up and explain everything or...anything about this curse he has.

He didn't give you closure, and he's not planning to anytime soon.

Tim loves you, [Y/N].

And in order to keep you safe, he has to pretend you no longer exist.

If you even still exist. After all, Tim never checked for a pulse.

Hoodie

Brian loves you with all of his heart.

And it really felt like it was ripped out and mutilated to shreds when he heard you scream.

Brian was in disbelief, and he thought you were joking before he even moved to help you.

As a proxy, Brian's private life can be dangerous. And he wanted you to know how to protect yourself, just in case any problems should arise when he's not there.

A gun is a simple point and shoot mechanism, and very easy to adjust to the recoil of shooting.

Or so he thought.

Brian wanted you to watch as he demonstrated the safety mechanism, and put a little too much faith in it as he pulled the trigger.

He has enough common sense to teach you the number one rule of not pointing a gun at anyone, loaded or not. But that didn't that the bullet from deflecting three fucking times to circle back towards [Y/N].

If it was a movie, he would have laughed. But sadly, your screaming and wailing didn't provide a comedic effect.

Brian is a field medic for the proxies, and he's thankfully dealt with bullet wounds before. He knows how to stop the bleeding until the ambulance arrives.

But that doesn't stop him from blubbering all over your bullet wound. His apology is full of "I didn't mean to" and "I'm sorry, I didn't know this would happen" and also just straight sobbing.

You've never seen this much blood before, and at this point you wonder if you'd bleed out before the ambulance arrived.

Brian held you in his arms, stuffing the bleeding with his beloved hoodie that always smelled of fresh lake water and cinnamon.

You weren't sure if he heard you soothing his cries over his desperate pleas to stay awake.

You wanted to stay awake, but when he pressed his forehead to yours, you never felt more at peace with Brian.

The way he loved you was so beautiful, and you hated to miss a moment like this by falling asleep.

Now if only that ambulance would drive faster down the street.

Toby

An absolute bawling mess.

Toby has never felt pain before in his life, nor has he felt extremely hot or cold temperatures.

Toby cannot feel the heat of a hot pan after take the boiling water off the stovetop.

And he wishes he couldn't feel the emotional turmoil of hearing you scream when he accidentally set it on top of your hand.

Then, of course, it fell, spilled, and massively fucked your bare feet.

It was not a pleasant experience for anyone involved. And Toby cannot stop feeling terrible as he sobs on your thigh.

"Toby, I-"

"You're not okay, [Y/N]! You're gonna have to live with this be-because of me!" He buries his face into your leg as you stroked his hair. "You have to walk on it everyday, and it'll scar, and it'll hurt and you won't even want to make boiled eggs anymore and-"

"I need to go to the hospital, Toby."

Toby immediately stopped crying, and stared at you in shock, "Why?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Confused, Toby inspects the burn through the cool water tub you placed your feet in. "But th-that's good, right?"

"No."

Toby says by your side at the hospital, dehydrated from sniffling, and barely understanding what the doctors say about nerve damage in his shocked state.

Toby neglects his own needs to care for you, feeling undeserving of basic wants and needs, including medicine and water. His vision gets hazy over time, and his mouth is unnecessarily dry.

Toby is tired, and weak. He can't even cry because there are no tears left to squeeze out.

He's so sorry [Y/N]. He's so sorry.