Ticci-Toby Meets Hoodie and Masky

## Ticci-Toby Meets Hoodie and Masky by Doros70

Entry #⦻

It was not easy for them. Traveling from place to place, the need to film everything, and the constant sensation of being followed by either Alex or the Operator was a literal hell for Jay and Tim. The hooded man was not faring any better. He was all alone and needed to take the pills from Tim's house to keep the influence of the faceless monster out of his mind. The only thing that kept him going was his thirst for revenge against Alex.

In the meantime, the monster acquired a new toy. A puppet it could fully control and bend his feeble flesh to its will. When it came to the former Marble Hornets cast, the monster didn't need to attack anyone physically or control someone into killing the other. But this time, it was about to discover the limits of its toy. Alex was its favorite, and the torment of the former Marble Hornets cast was purely done for the sake of entertainment. But now that it obtained a new tool it could use for work after many years of waiting, it was time to try it out.

...

On a good day, Jay and Tim would check in at the cheapest motel in the area, get some food, go to sleep, and prepare to move. After getting some groceries, Jay and Tim went back to their temporary motel room. The food and the room itself were cheap, and so they had enough money. After packing their stuff to move the next morning, the two went to their beds and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The hours went by quietly, and Jay spent the night tossing and turning. Tim, however, laid completely still. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, Tim got out of bed, put on his jeans and shoes, and quietly stumbled over to the door that led outside. Once he closed the door behind himself, he coughed slightly, but it quickly turned into violent wheezing and gasps for breath. After that, he stumbled away from the door and collapsed on the floor. He began to shake violently and mumble incoherently. Normally, someone would have noticed him, but everyone else at the motel was sound asleep, completely oblivious to the horrifying sight outside.

After a few moments, Tim's fit subsided and he stood still on the floor, staring at the street for a minute before finally moving up. He stood up awkwardly, being overly cautious with his movements. He walked down the parking lot and made his way to the car. He opened the trunk and searched for the duffle bag where he and Jay kept their things. He searched through one of the pockets and pulled out one thing...That mask...

He put it on his face and made his way to the nearby woods. Despite being two in the morning, Tim could see where he was going, thanks to the moonlight illuminating between the leaves and branches. He stumbled mindlessly through the dense forest until he caught sight of something unusual. Hanging on a low branch was a familiar jacket. It was there somehow. It has certainly been a while since he last saw it, and he was sure that he left it far behind since his last fit. Without a second thought, Tim took the jacket off the branch and put it on before walking deeper into the woods.
...
Over two years ago...

"Come on! Why is nothing working?!" Jay growled in frustration.

He found a tape he could label as 'Entry #37' and was ready to upload it, but there was a single obstacle. He'd tried multiple times to sign in to YouTube but had no luck. He asked his followers on Twitter if YouTube was letting them sign in, and judging by the answers he got, Jay was the only one having that problem.

He wondered if he'd forgotten his password. He tried different ones, but nothing worked. He tried every password he's ever used, but again, none of them worked. He's been posting about his problem on Twitter in the hopes of at least getting some advice. Unfortunately, he couldn't use the forgotten password feature because it was linked to an old email address that he also couldn't remember the password of. And so, he became stuck.

"Why can't I remember!"

The hours slowly passed, and as time went on, Jay became exhausted, and a terrible migraine gave him the sensation that someone was hitting his skull with a sledgehammer. Eventually, midnight arrived, and he continued to post on Twitter.

Tuesday, March 22nd, 2011...

12:04 AM: I have the worst hheadache right now..

12:14 AM: Keep thnking I'm hearing things.

12:26 AM: .hea'ds poudning.

12:29 AM: sllee pno.w

Before he knew it, his head hit the pillow, and instantly slipped into unconsciousness. At first, Jay slept normally and didn't move at all. But a few minutes later, his eyes opened wide and stared at the ceiling. His breathing became labored, his body became stiff, and his limbs were moving out of control.
Eventually, his body stopped jerking and he stared perfectly calm at the ceiling. Without a word, he finally got out of bed and stumbled mindlessly to the door. When he stepped outside, everything was different. He found himself outside on a completely different street. He turned away and saw that he was near a house... his old apartment...

But that was impossible. It burned down sometime after Entry ##### was uploaded by totheark. It was certainly strange, but Jay didn't seem to acknowledge the oddity. After a while, he heard footsteps from behind and turned around to see who it was. He saw a figure walking towards the light of the streetlamp. A part of him expected to see the tall creature, but what he saw instead was a masked man. The mask's design looked different from Tim's. It had the same shape, but there were two rows of squares resembling teeth where the lips should have been, making the mask look skull-like. The wearer looked different from Tim as well. He was just as lanky as Jay, and he wore a white shirt and a pair of dark pants. The two stared at each other for a moment... after a few seconds, the stranger slowly removed his mask. The man was a younger Jay.

Then it made sense. The older Jay had been teleported through time and space once again, this time in the past. And judging by the clothes the younger Jay was wearing, he must've been brought to February 10th, 2010. The night he was filming Entry #24. This is where the young Jay disappeared for two hours, and this is what he did. He must have walked out of the house to make that mask. The only question Jay should have asked was 'why', but his mind was too foggy to even think. The younger Jay slowly extended his hand and presented the mask. It was calling to him, begging him to put it on. The older Jay didn't think twice. Slowly but surely, he took the mask and stared at its empty eyes. After a while, Jay turned it over and slowly put it over his face. After that, he stared at his hands. He felt...different, somehow.

Without giving his younger self one last glance, he looked ahead and slowly walked away, giving the other Jay time to get home. The masked Jay walked around town for what seemed like hours, he had no idea where he was going or what he could do, for he was not aware of his actions. Eventually, he found himself in a narrow alleyway with old, rotten fences on both sides. He looked over to one of the sides and saw a hole about twice the size of his head. Eventually, Jay felt much warmer, and the weather was much clearer, but he didn't notice. He stared at the hole for a while until he heard footsteps getting closer.
Eventually, Jay moved over to the hole and looked through it, making his head very visible. When the source of the footsteps got closer, he could see what was passing by.

When the person got close enough, they noticed Jay staring through the hole and recoiled. Jay recognized the person right away. It was Alex. The two stared at each other for a couple of seconds until Alex reached into his bag and pulled out his camera. He pointed the lenses at the masked Jay. The latter moved his head slightly and then sank out of view. When Alex looked inside the hole, the masked man was nowhere to be seen. At least he still got more footage to edit and continue his plan. When Jay finally looked around, he'd already been moved someplace else once again. This time, he was in the middle of a forest. He mindlessly walked through, unaware of what was waiting for him.

...

In an abandoned building located in an isolated part of Rosswood's wooded area, a hooded figure laid completely still on the old mattress that served as his bed. Everything was silent, save for the sound of crickets and cicadas chirping nearby. But then, the man woke up with a start. An overwhelming sensation of foreboding filled him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew that something terrible would happen if he stayed there any longer.

With that in mind, the man got up, grabbed the gun, gloves, and mask, and fled the building, leaving the rest of the equipment behind. He ran in one direction for a few minutes until he found himself in a part of Rosswood he'd never seen before. The trees, the grass, the bushes... The whole space seemed too clean and open and yet so wrong. He started to wonder for how long he ran or if he was still in Rosswood. Before he could ponder further, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He turned and saw a familiar face coming towards him. The mask, the posture, the hair...it was Tim. He wondered how it could've happened... The hooded man had always guided Tim's alternate mental state, but he felt as if something had changed. Tim suddenly stopped and stared at the man intently from behind the mask. The hooded man held the gun tightly in case Tim got closer. If he didn't control him, then nothing good could come of it.

The hooded man heard a noise coming from his left and saw something especially unusual. There was another masked man. He looked different, but very familiar. It didn't take long for the hooded man to recognize him, but eventually, he realized that it was Jay. He wondered if he'd succumbed to the influence too. But then, the intense moment was cut short. The sound of footsteps and cracking bones came from the hooded man's right. The three masked men turned their heads to look at someone completely new. He was shorter and less bulky than them, probably a young man in his late teens that lazily carried a hatchet in his hand. He wore a patterned hoodie with grayish-brown stripes on the arms with a washed-out blue hood that covered his forehead.

He had black jeans and a pair of gloves of the same color. But the most eye-catching things about his appearance were the round orange goggles, and a black and white striped mask that covered his mouth, chin, and neck, forming the illusion of a smile. The three men looked at the interloper; he couldn't have been someone associated with the Marble Hornets cast. The newcomer just stood there beside the tree, being completely silent and unmoving. The man in the hoodie stared at him intently, normally, he would run away from danger for he knew that there were things he couldn't beat. He, Tim and Jay were curious, but their wonder was quickly interrupted when another familiar face appeared. Or more accurately, lack thereof. Behind the hatchet-wielding person stood the tall, faceless creature, and as always, the air suddenly felt cold. Tim and Jay grasped their heads in pain while letting out some muffled yells.

Out of instinct, the man in the hoodie pulled out the gun and pointed it at the tall creature's head. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew towards the monster's throat, only to be blocked by the side of a hatchet. The hooded man was surprised by the boy's sudden move, and he had no idea whether the boy had incredible reflexes, or the monster was controlling his body. Before the hooded man could prepare his next move, the boy threw the hatchet at him, and the handle hit him hard in the face, knocking him to the ground. The boy ran up to him and delivered a punch to the side of his head to keep the hooded man down before grabbing the hatchet back.

Just as he was about to stand upright, the boy was suddenly attacked by Jay, who hit him with a large stick. When the boy was distracted, he was tackled by Tim and was attacked ferociously. Jay made sure that the boy stood still by holding his arms. Tim punched him repeatedly, but the boy didn't even wince, he didn't even make a sound save for a few grunts indicating physical effort. Tim tried to beat the boy into submission, but the latter didn't feel the hits at all. After enough struggling, the boy managed to get one of his arms loose and pushed Jay away. After that, he hit Tim in the stomach, knocking him against a tree. After getting up, the boy delivered a furious punch to Jay's mask, shattering it and making him fall on his back. After that, the boy's attention turned to Tim. Once he got the upper hand, the boy delivered significantly faster blows, not giving Tim a chance to fight back.

The boy got on top of him and pulled off the mask and tossed it aside. Just then, the boy grabbed the hatchet and prepared to slam the blade into Tim's forehead. Tim put his arms in front of his face, preparing for the impact. It would've been inevitable, but the hooded man stepped right in. At first, there was a gunshot, but then, the boy's arms fell right to Tim's side, leaving the latter unharmed. The boy looked over to his left arm and saw blood coming out of a wound he'd never seen before. He tried to get up, but the hooded man shot the boy in the lower leg. Even though he didn't feel the shot, he still fell to the ground.

He looked up only to see the hooded man pointing the gun at his head. It was the only way to save Tim and Jay, but he didn't do so out of kindness, he intervened because he needed them alive. The boy looked up at him, but even under the mask and goggles, he showed no fear at all. Just as the hooded man was about to pull the trigger, he felt an overwhelming presence behind him. He turned around and saw the creature standing just a few yards away. As he laid eyes on it, he felt a crippling sense of fear and remained frozen. When he blinked, the monster was gone, and everything went silent again. He turned around and noticed to his confusion that Jay, Tim, and the hatchet-wielding stranger had vanished without a trace, and the white plastic mask was left behind.

With that feeling of fear gone, the hooded man decided that nothing good could come from standing there anymore. He picked up the mask, ran back to his hideout. He stumbled inside out of exhaustion, and when he fell on the mattress, he fell asleep instantly, and his memory about this little incident would be erased, as to not give details on totheark. In the meantime, Tim was warped back to the hotel room, already fast asleep, and the jacket was put away. He would not remember this incident either, but it would cause him to take a lot more medication just in case. As for the young stranger, this whole scuffle was but a test, and he proved himself strong enough to continue living under the monster's servitude.

As of right now, the entertainment could continue.

Entry #88

"Everything is fine."

That was the last message written by Tim when he uploaded the last entry on YouTube. Who knows...maybe everything was fine, maybe it wasn't. Only Tim knew the truth, but he wasn't willing to share his thoughts with the channel's subscribers. Jay, Alex, and Brian (the hooded man) were gone, his house was burned to the ground, and he threw away the accursed mask that got him into the whole mess. It was time for him to leave the county and start anew.
It was late in the afternoon, and Tim was driving down a seemingly endless road in the middle of nowhere. The landscape of Alabama was beautiful, but he got nervous whenever he got near a forest.

Eventually, he realized that he was unsure where his destination was. Luckily, he had a map in the glove compartment and marked the destination with a pen. He pulled over, took out the map, and began to read. As he started to memorize the track, he heard a tapping on the window to his left, making him jump in surprise. He turned his head to look, but there was nothing. He dismissed it as a bird hitting its beak against the glass and continued to look at the map. That's when he heard another tap, this time coming from his right. He turned his head again, and when he realized that no one was there, he heard thuds coming from the roof of his car. Shaking, Tim reached into his bag and pulled out Jay's camera. He looked out the windows for any intruders. There was no one in sight. As soon as he opened the door and stepped outside, he almost dropped the camera out of shock. When he pulled over, it was late in the afternoon, but when he got out of the car, it was suddenly early in the morning, just before sunrise.

This was something Tim had experienced before, but he was still taken by surprise. That could only mean that the Operator was near. Tim began to panic and prepared to go back inside the car. As he went over to the door, he stopped moving when he saw something in the reflection of the window. It was out of focus, but Tim noticed in the nick of time the shape of a silhouette, just a few feet behind him. The camera's image distorted as Tim quickly turned around, only to see the figure sprinting across the road, holding what appeared to be a hatchet. As the figure ran up to him, Tim breathed heavily and prepared for the assailant's strike. Just as the stranger was about to bring the hatchet down, Tim moved out of the way, but the stranger managed to shatter the window. Tim backed away, but he used that moment to strike the masked man in the head, knocking him to the ground.

Once the man was down, Tim put away the camera, and using his superior strength, he snatched the hatchet and used the hardness of the handle to hit the attacker in the head multiple times until he was unconscious.
Tim breathed heavily from the effort and sudden panic. He'd never seen the person before, but he wanted to make sure that he wasn't someone he knew. At first, he started to think that Alex was right, if something went wrong, he'd have to kill this person. He pulled out the mask, put the goggles aside and his eyes widened in surprise.
The stranger's face sported many awful wounds, but even beneath all those scars, he could tell that the person was just a kid, around 18 years of age. He didn't recognize the boy at all, and he was absolutely sure that he wasn't a person involved with the Marble Hornets film. That sight made his natural empathy kick in.

He didn't have the guts to kill him, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before a driver could spot him. Tim then realized that if this person died, so too will the truth of what was happening. Tim collected himself and came up with a solution. He walked over to the trunk, opened it, and pulled out the towing rope. He used it to tie the stranger as firmly as possible, placed him in the backseat, and fastened the seatbelt. After keeping the boy in place, Tim walked over to the driver's seat and swiped off the glass shards. He placed the camera above the radio to film himself and the boy before driving away. A few minutes later, the boy groaned as he regained consciousness. Tim noticed the boy's eyes cracking open. The boy blinked and looked around in shock before finally looking at Tim.

"Good, you're awake. I think you owe me some answers," Tim began. "Who are you and why are you here?"

"Wait... Where am I?" The boy asked. Judging by his tone of voice, the boy seemed a bit melancholic, with confusion in his tone.

"In my car. What does it look like?"

"Who the hell are you? Why am I tied up?!" the boy asked.

"You tried to kill me with an ax, so I'm not taking any chances. You seriously don't remember?"

"No, I don't! The last thing I remember is that I... I... I did something terrible."

"What did you do?"

"I... I'd rather not talk about it." Tim adjusted the rear-view mirror to look at the passenger, he could tell by the look on his face that he was heartbroken. However, the gloomy expression was replaced by concern.

"Hold on. What date is it?"

"It's... June 21st, I think," Tim replied, unsure of his answer.

"What year?"

"2014. Why?"

"Wh- What? Oh my God! This is wrong! I... Where am I?"

"We're outside of Tuscaloosa," Tim replied, but the boy only raised his eyebrow in confusion. After a short pause, Tim completed his answer. "Alabama?"

The boy's breathing became faster and shallower than ever.

"Jesus Christ..."

"Are you alright, kid?"

"No, I'm not! I couldn't have just walked across the country for over a year! What the hell have I been doing this whole time?!"

"Kid, calm down."

"No! I will not calm down! This is insane! You think it's easy to accept that a large part of my life is just gone?!"

"Kid, just listen to me! I've gone through something similar. I've been blamed for things that were out of my control."

After hearing that, the boy finally started to collect himself and stopped hyperventilating. Eventually, he took a few deep breaths and looked at Tim once again.

"You did?"

"Yes. I know how it's like. I've had to live with it my entire life, but I know how to stop it. I can help you."

"Th-thank you for the offer, but... I don't know how I can rebuild my life after everything I did."

"Like I said, I can try to help you. But I didn't get your name."

"I'm Toby. You?"

"Name's Tim."

"So... Tim. Where are we heading?"

"Honestly, I don't have much of a plan now. But my first goal is to get as far away from the town as possible."
"Hold on, I still need time to-- Oh, no..."

Tim looked over his shoulder briefly, only to see Toby's eyes widen considerably. He looked scared.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm starting to remember... I... My God, what have I done? I'm a monster... They didn't deserve that. There was... a tall monster and...two people?"

As Toby's memories slowly resurfaced, he leaned forward with heavy breaths. He remembered all the horrible things he'd done and the people he met. Then it hit him like a speeding train. Toby gasped and sat upright.

"Oh, God! They're coming to get me!"

"Wait, who's coming? The Operator?" Tim asked with an eyebrow raised, concern being present in his voice.

"It's the other proxies! They know I'm here!"

"Proxies? How do we deal with them?"

"I'm not too sure what they are, but we can always try--"

Toby was suddenly cut off when a rock the size of a fist flew through the window to Tim's right, shattering it. The suddenness caused the two to recoil and scream for a second. As Tim began to drive faster, Toby looked over his shoulder and saw a woman wearing a dirty jacket by the road. She seemed to wear some kind of white mask and they chased after the vehicle like a mad dog. However, Tim outpaced the attacker easily.

"What was that?!" Tim asked out of shock.

"It looks like I spoke too soon.", Toby replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Do you have any other friends I should know about before I lose my head?!"

"I... I'm not sure."

"What do you mean you're not--"

A sudden, loud thud coming from the roof of the car interrupted the yelling once again. After a second, Tim and Toby heard a low, guttural growl. Worried, Toby looked up at the source of the sounds. To his dismay, whoever was on top of the car made their way forward. After a moment of silence, the second attacker revealed himself. From above popped up a truly grotesque sight. It was the face of a humanoid...thing. But aside from the unkempt, dirty black hair, there was nothing human about it. Its skin was gray and decayed, the eyes were pitch black empty and soulless, and its jaw looked rotten. The suddenness and the sight of that unworldly figure made Toby and Tim scream and recoil.

"Get it off! Get it off!" Toby shouted.

Tim was too dumbfounded to register Toby's panicked yells. The creature on top of the car raised its fist and started to crack the windshield. Tim flinched and tried to come up with a solution until he saw a curve ahead. This gave him an idea so dangerous, it just might work.

"I know what to do, Toby!" Tim announced. "Brace yourself!"

Before Toby could ask why, Tim stepped on the gas and the car sped up significantly. He drove sharply along the curve, making the thing on the roof lose its balance, but it was still holding onto the car. When the second curve appeared, Tim drove faster and turned the wheel sharply. The creature finally lost its grip and was shaken off the roof. Before the car could spin out of control, Tim managed to keep the car straight at the last second.
When Tim was done, Toby started to hyperventilate, trying to calm himself. Tim tried his best to remain composed, but the adrenaline made him breathe heavily too.

"Tim... Do me a favor and don't ever do that again."

"Please tell me that's all of them!" Tim said nervously.

"I don't think there are any more," Toby said, finally regaining his composure. The road continued without any interruption. For a while, Tim expected another masked person or creature to attack the car, but nothing happened so far. This worried Tim immensely, since he knew that when everything was quiet, something horrible would be bound to happen. His past experiences with Jay and Alex were enough to keep him alert. Everything went quiet for at least a minute until Tim decided to ask Toby something. He took one more look at Toby, and he was surprised to see him staring ahead with a look of horror.

"Oh no. No, not again!"

Tim's glance finally returned to the road, but a single strange obstacle stood in the way. Through the cracks of the windshield, he saw a tall, dark figure standing in the middle of the road, unmoving. An overwhelming terror took him as he realized that taking Toby caused the monster to follow him outside of town. Toby started to panic when he realized that the car wasn't slowing down.

"What are you doing?! Stop the car!" Toby screamed.

"I'm trying!" Tim shouted, stomping on the brakes frantically.

"Pull over or hit the brakes or something!"

"They aren't working!"

As the car drew closer to the monster, Toby tried to back away, but the backrest wouldn't let him reach a safer distance. He was reliving the same awful experience that ruined his life. The two watched in horror as the car was but a few feet away from the figure.

"Oh shit! Watch out--"

...

Everything went dark. The screams, the fear; they were all gone in an instant...

As Toby opened his eyes, he let out a loud cough and a few desperate gasps for air. He was facing the bright blue morning sky, and the panic immediately set in as the awful memories flooded back into his mind. It happened again. Toby sat upright and looked around. He was laying on the grass next to the road near the woods. After getting his bearings, he quickly checked himself. Unlike the last crash, he didn't suffer any injuries or broken bones. He looked over to his left and saw what was left of the car. It was flipped over with a trail of torn-off pieces not far behind, and every damaged part looked unfixable.

"Tim? Tim! Are you okay?! Tim!"

He got up and ran closer to the car to see if Tim was still there. He looked through the windows but saw nothing. Tim was nowhere to be seen.

Toby got on his knees, then yelled through his teeth as he clutched his head. He tried to collect himself, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed something that made his blood run cold. He heard loud, raspy breathing. And it was close. Toby looked up at the car's bottom only to see the humanoid creature he saw earlier. This time, he could see it more clearly. It was short and horribly emaciated. Its skin was gray and decayed, giving it the appearance of a walking corpse. Even with the rotten jaw, it hissed at him like an animal. Toby quickly shook his head. He backed away from the creature and tried to run, but as soon as he turned around, he was tackled by someone else. He looked up to see a woman wearing a white, dirty jacket. Her hands were filthy with a mixture of dry blood and mud. She was wearing a damaged white mask with a hole where the mouth should have been.

"Kate? Charlie?" exclaimed Toby, suddenly recalling who his attackers were. Kate screeched at him and started to swing her arms, slashing at Toby with her sharp nails. Toby didn't feel the hits, but they were still powerful enough to keep him down. After a while, Kate flipped him over and grabbed him by the hair as if she was making him look at something. Toby hesitantly opened his eyes and saw something laying on the ground. It was the hatchet he left behind not too long ago. Remembering what he had done with it, he tried to move away from the weapon, but the masked person kept him in place.

After struggling for a few seconds, Toby accidentally looked up. What he saw made him pause in sheer terror. The Operator was standing right in front of him and as soon as Toby laid eyes on it, Toby felt his body going numb from head to toe and coughed violently. Toby could almost feel like he was choking, and his head started to feel empty. Soon enough, all of his memories slipped away...again.

When Kate and Charlie both stood up, Toby took a few deep breaths and sluggishly rose up. After a few seconds of staring into nothing, he put his mask and goggles back on. He looked down and picked up the heavy hatchet. Toby saw the other proxies walk away from the wreckage into the forest. He slowly followed after them. Eventually, he disappeared into the dense woodland.

The fun was over. Toby, his master, and the other proxies had a lot of work to do.

...

It is said that when the authorities arrived at the wreckage, no one was found inside the car or anywhere near it. The only semblance of a clue they discovered was a broken video camera. Unfortunately, the memory card and its contents were deemed impossible to restore.

(Marble Hornets © THAC. Ticci-Toby © Kastoway. Kate the Chaser and Charlie Matheson Jr. © Blue Isle Studios)