~Regular POV~
Toby stayed by (y/n)'s side as Dr. Smiley cleaned her wounds.
"Be careful, (y/n). These wounds are serious." Dr. Smiley warned. "What did happen anyways?"
"N-nothing to c-concern you." Toby butted in.
"Jane and Clockwork." (Y/n) weakly said.
(Y/n) started to cry again, not realizing she had stopped. Toby picked her up from the old hospital bed and walked out of the room. Toby brought (y/n) to their room. Toby laid the (e/c) eyed girl on their shared bed. He started walking out of the room.
"Where are you going?" (Y/n) asked quietly.
"I w-was gonna get some food." Toby answered.
"Can we talk first." (Y/n) gave Toby puppy eyes.
"Okay." Toby walked to the bed.
Toby sat next to her. He grabbed her and sat her sideways in his lap. He stroked her hair while (y/n) was trying to find the words to say.
~Trigger Warning~
"Toby.... Please d-don't hate me for saying this.... But...." (Y/n) took a deep breath. "I... I don't want to live here anymore."
"Th-then w-we'll move back into th-the barn a-at Rosswood P-Park." Toby rubbed her back.
"No Toby, that's not what I meant." A tear fell from (y/n)'s eye. "I... I guess I should've said.... I don't want to live anymore."
Toby sighed and hugged his girlfriend. He heard the cries that were muffled by his chest- loud and clear. He himself started to tear up thinking about how miserable (y/n)'s life must be.
Toby: This world will never be What I expected. And if I don't belong, Who would have guessed it. I will not leave alone Everything that I own To make you feel like it's not too late- It's never too late
Even if I say It'll be alright, Still I hear you say You want to end your life. Now and again we try To just stay alive. Maybe we'll turn it all around. 'Cause it's not too late, It's never too late
No one will ever see This side reflected. And if there's something wrong- Who would have guessed it. And I have left alone Everything that I own To make you feel like It's not too late- It's never too late
Even if I say It'll be alright, Still I hear you say You want to end your life. Now and again we try To just stay alive. Maybe we'll turn it all around. 'Cause it's not too late- It's never too late
Toby sang the Three Days Grace song, hoping to make (y/n) feel better. Every time Toby sang, her mood lightened. This time, it didn't work.
"T-Toby." Was all she could muster.
"W-what baby?" Toby lifted (y/n)'s chin to look her right in the eye.
"I'm serious." Her face showed the tear stains, but there were no new ones. "I'm not going through a phase or any crap like that. I want to end it all."
"Like I sang, it's n-never too late." Toby recited.
"HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO HELP?!" (Y/n) shrieked. "ARE YOU TELLING ME TO KILL MYSELF?!"
"W-what?! N-no!" Toby yelled back, letting go of (y/n). "I w-was saying it's n-never too late to turn a-around- Your life."
(Y/n) shook her head. "No Toby, it's too late now. Besides, no one would care if I left this world."
Toby didn't say anything to her. He gave (y/n) a passionate kiss and then left her. He knew what he was doing.
"I SEE HOW IT IS BASTARD!" (Y/n) yelled before Toby closed the bedroom 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...
