Ticci Toby X Reader
You saw your bullies walk over to you. "O-oh s-shit." You muttered to yourself. You prepared for the worst. They threw a punch and it didn't hurt. You of course, couldn't feel pain. You flinch as you feel your bones pop from the impact. They punched you in the side. Making you loose air for a second. The bully behind you pushed your knees down underneath you, making you fall, breaking your goggles. And you thought, 'Shit those are expensive to fix.' They were green goggles. Your sweater was a light shade of black but wasn't grey. They start kicking you in the side. 'Well that will be a bruise to hide later.' They kicked your stomach hard making blood fly out of your mouth. They kick your face making you stumble back on impact. You wanted to feel pain. But you couldn't feel anything at all. (kudos if you get the reference!) They see your nose bleeding and laugh and laugh. You were they're friends. Their unfriendliness made you laugh insanely. All alone. Almost as nobody cared for you. "You know (y/n)." You feel all the glares and looks from everyone at you. You hear one of them say, "You don't belong here. You belong in a mental hospital!" That made you smile. "Maybe I do need too!" You start laughing. All the pressure was building up. You were crying while laughing. "Just maybe!" Everyone one looked at you horrified.
And you ran out the door.
You were in the woods walking to your tree house. It was still sturdy after maybe 18 years. You sit down on the branch feeling the wind blow through your brown hair. You loved the feeling. (If your hair is brown congrats! Because your if your hair is and if it isn't, congrats it is now! And for those of you who do have brown hair, it will stay brown in this story)
You remembered you had some green glass then you also knew how to cut glass. Your room had a glass painting and your mom hated the picture. So you grabbed a knife and cut a circle in the green glass. It was somehow see through glass. Like glass but painted green without the paint smudging. The glass wasn't faded. For some odd reason. Like it was made that way. You found your goggles in your pocket. In your jacket. But you thought you left those at school and would've waited until tomorrow. You grabbed the goggles from your pocket of your hoodie that was on the bed. And saw the glass was destroyed completely. You shrug and put waterproof glue on the inside rim of your goggles. You lightly tap the glass in. You sigh as you feel a note in your pocket. But who was it from? You furrowed your brows and opened the note.
Hello (y/n). I am someone you may or may not know. But I need you too know, Me and you are exactly alike. I killed your bullies. You can take care of your parents. I hope you aren't mad but you do have to kill them. There will be consequences. Oh! I am sorry my master went in my head and wrote that. I am sorry, but I am sorry you do have to do that..
but there was blood covering the rest of the note. He continued writing on the back. and a long line going down like he messed up.
Sorry about your goggles! I made sure they had an extra painful death.
And he surely sounded serious about that.
And I'm being serious. I can see you reading this right now.
I bet your thinking, who could I be? You'll find out sooner or later, (y/n).
He was right. You wondered who it could be. He planned for you to read the note. And watching you? Sounds like a creepy stalker dude if you ask me. You turned on the news to hear about a killer had gone on a rampage killing your bullies.
He killed, (bully name 1) (bully name 2) and (Bully Leader) But the whole school bullied you. They'd probably blame you for killing the bullies. And when that happens. You are going to run.
Well try too. They'll find you. (Reference) You roll your eyes as the bullies point to the screen. "We're watching you (y/n)." You sigh. They will find you. They'll be patrolling tomorrow. So you packed some stuff and some food. You put your jacket on and looked around the room. You saw a hatchet under your bed? And another note? "Hey." You look up. "Uh who are you?" They smile. "I am Toby." You tilt your head. "As in Ticci Toby?" You ask. He sighs but nods. "Ah I remember, everyone used to call you that. I never would call you that Toby." He hands you the hatchet and the note. "Here. I'll be right back, I will meet you at school in an hour." You both nod. And you carry the hatchet to your mom and dads room. You put the hatchet down and red the note.
