Your ticks.

{T H O S E D A M N T I C K S}

When I finally got settled into my new home , I could hear my phone ring from upstairs. So as quickly as I could I placed some pizza rolls in the oven and ran upstairs. Once I was in my room I only stood wide eyed and terrified by the sight I was staring at. The man who killed my ex was standing before me. Leaning on the side of my window sill. "(Y/N)" he stated calmly. I only ran downstairs as quickly as I could , trying to reach the front door. When I touched the doorknob he grabbed my waist and put me over his shoulder.

Blushing at his actions , I yelled "LET ME GO !" I was only hushed by the ticks that filled this melancholy house. Soon I was thrown on my bed by the man which was followed by two others who were standing on either side. I only backed up into the backboard of my bed. "What is it you want?" I asked very afraid of what their reply would be. Then again a tick. Followed by many more. My mind was clustered with ticks.

They stopped when 'he' walked in. "(Y/N) , its me. Toby. Toby Rogers." My eyes grew wide. "T-toby." Not knowing whether to slap him or hug him , i stayed silent observing every move he made. "We're h-here to tell you something v-very important , it may consider you losing your humanity-y." Tobi managed to say. Despite his background of his bad speaking patterns dealing with stuttering , he improved very well. I could only blink. "M-my humanity?"

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Damn those ticks.