I'm In Love With A Killer | Ticci Toby x Enby Reader

4 | Tell me Everything

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Hey- I'm still alive. Decided to try writing fanfics again-
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-[Y/N] POV-

I looked at Toby in the eyes, he looked like he's been through a lot, was everything coming back to him? I probably did trigger something, but probably not in a good way. His twitching got worse, I didn't want him to have a trauma attack or episode.
"Toby...? Are you-"

"I'm fine..." He cut me off before I could finish and dropped himself on his bed to sit down. I took a few steps close towards him and sat down next to the brunette lightly placing my hand on his shoulder.
"Wanna...talk about it?" I asked quietly.

"What is there to talk about? I'm pretty sure they informed you on what I've done and what I am. Whatever I say, you'll just try to convince me that I'm nuts." He says with a laugh, quickly changing his mood in a snap. "I already told you about the Operator, didn't I? Y-You didn't believed me, so WHAT is it that you wanna know? You ju-just wanna prove that I've lo-lost it!" He got up and began to walk around the room. "I'll be out soon... I just need to ignore all of you for a while."

The Operator??? Did he mean Slenderman??? Why the change of name....? "Rogers, what makes you think you'll get out? It'll probably be years before they'll allow you to leave... That's if, you collaborate and just let us help..-" He quickly turned to look at me, he seemed unsatisfied.
"What do y-you want to know? You already know abo-about my sisters death, my chew-ed up hands, my nightmares, the voices...the mur-der of my..father. Here, let me tell you about how I felt. He made me do it, but at the same time, that bastard deserved it! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?!"

I flinched when he raised his voice, 'stay professional [Y/N], he's a sick patient in need of your help.'. I looked at him and shook my head. "Well I'm sorry to say this again Rogers, but this Operator isn't real. Your father isn't the only one you've killed. You've slaughtered innocent lives, families, children, even pets. What motives or plans are for this creature to force you to do these things?" I asked and stood up to face him.
"Toby, I want to help...but you need to accept the facts...-"

"Just like all the other doctors before all of this. It's my schizoprenia, my bipolar disorder... You'll n-never understand, you won't ev-even bother to try and understand." He teared up a bit. I really did want to help... I sigh and decided to just be honest with him, I will help! I just need him to collab with me.

"Hey, how about this. You tell me EVERYTHING, that happened in your point of view, your experience, what you saw, I'll listen. I'll even search up about the Operator... You can take my word. Honestly, I applied here to write a book, what you're telling me could work to help me out with what I want. Because of this, you can take my word on it!"

He stares at me with his hazel eyes, sunken like if he hasn't had a good night sleep in a long time. He twitched before saying anything and sat back in bed. "How did you be-becam-e a doctor? You barely act-act professional. Especially the fir-first...dick!- The first day we met." He questioned, getting off topic.

"Aw, cute. The patient is questioning my profession, want me to bring my degree next time? Now back to topic-"

"Yes, I'm questioning. I actually still don't remember everything, just my sisters death and what a disgusting piece of trash my dad is. I also happen to remember, some of the doctor visits I had growing up. Out of all of them, you're the first one to seem to have the least experience, only knowing enough to pass as a doctor."

I stared at him when he said that, damn it was creepy not hearing stutter for that long. But he was right about one thing...
If others were to know about this, I'd be fired on the spot. My degree would get taken away and I probably won't have a chance to try out medical school again.