What makes you tic(ticci toby x reader)

Part one: past memories

After that, you and Toby became fast friends. The both of you sat for the rest of the day talking about everything that came to your minds. anything from your favorite color, to tobys sister, lyra, who was already in the second grade. anytime he would talk about her, he would smile and his eyes would light up.

"i love my sister a whole lot" was what he would always say.

When he twitched, it didn't really bother you like it bothered the other kids in the class. He would always apologize profusely, but you always said that he didn't have to be sorry, and that you didn't mind his tics. He would always slightly blush and continue talking.

Through preschool and onto kindergarten, your young self couldn't help but slightly have a small "crush" on the boy you grew so close to. You remembered He would always pick you a flower from the edge of the woods during recess or hold your hand during field trips or bus rides. He was one of the only boys that would ever treat you like that, even in later years of life.

Though as you two got older, so did the other kids. and older kids became more cruel and fearless. They would always make cruel remarks about Toby's medical condition to his face, or pin him with horrendous nicknames like "twitchy" or the usual "ticci Toby"

You always were the only one, to stand up for your friend, though the cruel teasing never seems to stop no matter what you did

One day, in class, all the students in you and Toby's class had to present an oral book report in front of the other peers.

When It was Toby's turn, he shyly walked up to the front of the class and attempted to give his report. However his stutter prevented him from making sense. All the children broke out into senseless laughter, and started to tease relentlessly.

"What's wrong t-t-Toby?" one of the kids mocked from the last row of seats. "gotta t-t-twitch?"

all the children were laughing uncontrollably, like picking on the 'different' kid was the funniest thing they have ever done. they all laughed over the teachers shouting protests, and tobys ever growing sobs. you quickly got up from your desk and walked up to the teary eyed boy. you wrapped him in your arms and he buried his head in your neck, sobbing quietly.

"w-why cant i just be n-normal (name)?" he chocked out

after school that day, tobys mother came storming up to the school and straight into the principals office. you and toby waited for his mother outside the closed door, though the both of you could very plainly hear the conversation playing out between the two.

"he has tourettes! you all knew that the kids picked on my son, and nobody here did a damn thing!" tobys mother yelled, you could feel toby wince at his mothers words from his position in your arms.

"miss, we did everything we could, i agree that what happened today was completely unacceptable" the principal calmly replied

"but it could have been avoided if more precautions were taken, you obviously didnt care enough to try. this has happened far too many times"

"im pulling toby out of this school"

with that, tobys mother walked out of the principals office and slammed the door behind her. she joined the two of you outside, then gave her distraught son a tired smile and gently pulled him out of your arms and into her own.

she then glanced over at you,

"(name) sweetheart, i wanted to thank you for being tobys friend and for standing up for him, i truly appreciate what you've done"

after that, she gave her son one last squeeze and motioned for him to walk out of the building with her.

though before he complied, he wiggled out of his mothers embrace and into your own as he gave you one last big hug, because somehow he understood that this might be one of the last times he would see her. his friend that no matter what he would never forget.

he quickly pecked you on the cheek before he joined his mother at the door, and walked out.

that small boy, Toby erin Rodgers, never came back to that school, he instead switched to homeschooling to avoid bullying altogether. you didnt see him much after that day, sometimes he would come to your birthdays, or you would bump into him at a nearby park the two of you went to. those fleeting moments filled your small heart with joy. just knowing that, for the time being everything was okay, he was okay.

somehow, then you chose to avoid seeing those purple and blue bruises on his neck, you chose to not see his eyes widen at his mothers mention of his father. she somehow didnt see how he flinched when he saw someone pull out a glass bottle of alcohol.

she could have done something then, maybe if she had just known.

though as the  both of you got older, you saw eachother less and less. toby had become more socially anxious after his sisters tragic death in a car accident. he stayed inside more and more until eventually, he never came out.

you, on the other hand, had to juggle school, and a job, so it wasnt like the more so distancing friendship was all his fault.

then one day, your mother had gotten a devastating call from tobys mother.

god how she wished she could forget that call..

she informed both of you that their house had went up in flames and toby had killed his father, then had died not too long after that.

you rememberd how you couldnt quite grasp the mere thought that one of your only friends was a murderer. you sat in silence for hours, you couldnt even cry. your mind just tried to process how someone you had known since preschool had just killed his own father.

that night, you cried yourself to sleep. you just let the feelings sink in as tear after tear fell on your pillow.

you felt alone...

a pit formed in your stomach that day, and really never went away.

past memories haunted you more than any ghost could have.

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