Really? (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Shots! Shots! Shot!

Warning: Drug/Alcohol Use, Mild Sexual Situations, Attempted Assault, Violence/Gore

I won't be putting any warning before or after each individual scene, as there would be too many of them and it would look cluttered. Just consider this entire chapter a warning.

As you came to a crawl to where Ashley had led you to, you felt utterly surprised at how big the house was and how many cars were already there, most of which were lined up along the side of the road. You pulled up behind one of the parked cars and put yours in park. You unplugged your phone and checked the battery.

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Well, it was better than it was earlier. You pulled out your keys and grabbed your bag before stepping out of the car. You locked your car and tossed your keys into your bag before shoving your phone into your back pocket. As you placed your phone in there, you felt two pieces of fabric. Remembering that you had shoved your mask and glove in there earlier, you took them out and put them on before making your way to the entrance of the house. You looked around to see if your friends were still outside but didn't see anyone. You assumed they had already went inside.

Before you even made your way into the house, you could hear loud was being played; it was practically shaking the ground. You opened up the door and nearly went deaf from how loud the music played and everyone was talking. An odd mix of alcohol, weed, sweat, and Axe body spray lingered in the air, filling your nose and making you cringe slightly. As you weaved through a sea of people, trying to find someone you knew, you took in your surroundings. Aside from what you assumed was the kitchen, there was also a TV playing Mean Girls party lights moving rapidly over the ceiling, and lighters, lighting what would've otherwise been a pitch-black room. A majority of people had been gathered into small groups, talking amongst each other. The rest, however, were off in a corner, either by themselves smoking something or sloppily making out with someone else. You remembered why you didn't come to parties too often.

You made your way over to the kitchen and finally inhaled a breath of somewhat fresh air. The kitchen was mostly empty, save for a few people gathered around an island, talking to each other and drinking. There was a girl dressed as a black cat who was leaning against the counter top. She had pale skin and brown hair and eyes. She looked to be around your height and slightly chubbier than you. Sitting at one of the bar stools sat a man, who was dressed as a cowboy. He had a five-o-clock shadow and dark brown hair with blue eyes and tanned skin. Lastly, there was a fat man standing at the edge of the island who was dressed as Peter Griffin from Family Guy. He had light brown hair, hazel eyes and pale skin. You could tell that that last guy had a good sense of humor.

"Hi! Are you looking for something?" The girl leaning against the counter asked.

"No, I just had to get out of that room. I think all of the noise was making me a bit light-headed."

She nodded in understanding, giving you a sympathetic smile. "Oh, no, I totally understand. I couldn't be in there for too much longer, myself. I couldn't even hear myself think."

You couldn't think of a response, so you just smiled awkwardly.

Noticing that you seemed a bit tense, she reached out a hand to greet you.

"I'm Becca, by the way." She gave you a warm smile.

You took her hand in yours and shook it gently, giving a small, less awkward smile in return. "Y/n."

"I'm Jason." Said the man dressed as a cowboy, who gave a small wave.

"Hi." You greeted back.