~Regular POV~
"Haha! Gaywad! Get your ass over here!" Clockwork yelled to (y/n).
"Coming..." (y/n) ended with a sigh.
(Y/n) made her way to the kitchen where Clockwork called her from. (Y/n) dreaded what Clockwork wanted now.
"Seems like Toby accidentally spilled his water." Jane said as she knocked the water glass out of Toby's hand.
"Haha! Clean the mess up!" Sally laughed.
(Y/n) nodded her head. She grabbed an old rag from a cabinet and got on all fours. She started to clean up the puddle of water, but was interrupted by Clockwork kicking (y/n)'s side, making the helpless girl fall to the ground.
"Get back to work! No laying down on the job!" Clockwork laughed.
"Oh and when you're done, do our laundry." Jane called as she and the others left the kitchen.
Toby watched (y/n) clean the floor. He hadn't realized, but he was staring at her.
"H-hey (y/n)? D-do you n-need a-any h-help?" Toby asked the girl who was crouched down on the ground.
"I would love help, Toby, really, but they will just punish me worse. Thank you though." She wiped up the last drops and dried her hands.
"Th-then c-can I a-at least make you breakfast?" Toby felt guilty for having (y/n) clean up a mess he had made.
"That would be nice thanks." (Y/n) smiled for the first time in a long time.
"Go sit in th-the d-dining room. Breakfast w-will be d-done in a c-couple of minutes." Toby stammered and grabbed a bunch of boxes to make breakfast.
(Y/n) get her smile on her face, thinking about how much Toby actually cared about her. She pulled out a chair and sat down, still smiling to herself.
"Why are you smiling?!" Jane snapped at the (h/c) haired girl. "You don't deserve to be happy!"
(Y/n)'s smile vanished in a blink of an eye.
"That's better." Jane approached (y/n) and pulled her hair back. "You're just a worthless slave in this household." She whispered in (y/n)'s ear.
Jane let go of the (h/c) hair. Before she let, she shoved (y/n)'s face into the table. Jane walked off snickering, feeling accomplished about ruining yet another life.
Little did (y/n) know, but Toby was watching from the kitchen. He felt bad for the girl but didn't know what to do. He stopped thinking and let his body take over.
"(Y/n)?" Toby quietly sat next to the girl. "(Y/n)? W-what d-did she d-do to you?"
(Y/n) lifted her head and looked at the twitching boy. The boy saw the tears of pain and sorrow that stained her flushed cheeks. She put her head in her arms and continued to let out silent cries.
"(Y/n), c-can you p-please talk to me?" The boy wrapped his arm around her in a comforting way.
She shook her head and refused to speak in fear on choking on her words. She stood up silently and made her way to her room. Her room was located at the very end of the hall on the first floor. Her room was forgotten and always will be.
"(Y/n)! St-stop! W-wait!" Toby ran after the obviously hurt girl.
Toby made his way to the girl's room. She slammed the door before Toby could say another word.
"(Y/n), let me in. You d-don't h-have to talk, j-just let me in." Toby quietly knocked on the faded wooden door.
"G-go away... *sniff* I don't want anyone." She pressed her back against the wall facing the door.
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Ticci Toby X Reader~ W-we D-didn't St-start th-the Fire <<Discontinued>>
Fanfic(Y/n) has been living in the Creepypasta mansion for almost a year now. She doesn't know why, but she's constantly picked on by the girls. She forces herself to be nice to them in hopes they'll treat her nicely back. When all hope is gone, she sees...
