Ticci toby X reader

The night when we...

When I got away from that truck the fog was lifted, it was easier for me to see.

"I got a page! I got a page!" I said with a hum. I swear that there was something here. I got up and walked away from the truck. I heard the truck door, with a dull creak, open up and flinched a turn out and ran into the truck.

I slammed into the figure and straddled it. It was trying to slap me away, I grab its hands and pinned it down.

"Ow!" It said. it sounded like (y/n)'s voice. "Toby! Get off me or so help me I will cut your fucking balls off in your sleep!" I shook at the idea of my balls getting cut off, but I still kept her pinned down. She was still flailing her body but in a way where it kind of hit my-Area- It was dark but I could still feel her body trying to get out of my grasp. I started to hear loud crunching in the back ground and heavy steps.

"Shhhh. shhhh" I say as I was trying to bring silence to the situation.

" No! I won't fucking 'shh. You little prick!" The sound was getting closer and every time she made a sound it would take one long step.

"(y/n), please."

"Hell no! you insufferable Prick! I'm not going to fucking quiet down!"

"Shut up! Just Shut up!" It kept getting closer and the way she was moving under me was very inconvenient. My body temperature is getting warm under my turtle neck.

"In fact, why don't you get off of my body?" She said as she jerked upwards.

"I will if you just be quiet!"

"I will be quiet until you get off of me." The sound kept getting closer and closer.

She's not listening and she can't hear shit right now. How can she not hear that? That ringing, that loud thud. I stared at her body as she was still flailing but not as strong as she was a few minute before. I soon stared at her face, the moon light shining on her skin, her eyes still filled with anger, I knew she wasn't going to quiet down. her hair was disheveled, her eyes puffy and watery, probably from allergies or something. The way her body looked all scratched up and bleeding, she must be in pain,

"Why the hell are you staring at me for? You little piece of -" I kissed her. she flinched as I did and she melted right into it. The sound was still going but soon died out. All there was just me and her.

I stopped pinning her down and she sat up looking at me in silence. I kissed her once again and this time it wasn't forced, It was tender. She scooted closer to me and I took my mask-that was hanging from my neck- and my pair of goggles off and put them both on the dashboard of the truck. (y/n) moved her fingers through my thick,messy brown hair as I moved my gloved hand down her shoulder to her waist. She moaned slightly and I brought her closer to me. Making her sit on me lap. (y/n) sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me again. I soon went down to her neck and kissed it, she gave out a cat like purr as I continued to kiss her neck. I placed my hands on her shoulders, bringing her closer to me, I bit her neck and and she mewled a moan once again.

"Toby, what the fuck are you thinking?" She said as she leaned her head onto my shoulder.

"I...don't know." My body starts spazzing out like I have a seizure and (y/n) screeched and jumped out of the truck. I fell out coughing, twitching, wheezing and I looked at (y/n).

"T-Toby?"

"..." I stared at her and a giant rage filled my head. I held my head in the dirtied palms of my glove and saw my weapons now on the ground floor. I look at my hands again and remember the bloodied and bandaged up hands that I used to murder my father. I remember the look of my mother's distraught and terrified face. I look at (y/n) but I saw my father alive and well behind her.

"..."

The silence was unbearable. I take my mask and slip it over my mouth and placed my hatchets in both hands and stood up, staring at her with my Brown sunken eyes through my orange tinted goggles. I stepped towards her while she took a step back.

"H-Hey, is everything alright?"

My eyes filled with anger as I flipped my hatchets in my hands like they weighed nothing. I stared into her eyes as I begin to step towards her.

"E-e-every thing is just fine.Just stand there a-a-and sit still." My eyes watching the shadow that was looming behind her. I ran to her and she started running away.

"Do it. Do it. Do it." The voices in my head sang as I chased after her. The shadow of my dad started Taunting me.

"Kill him. kill him. You know you want to. Kill him. Kill him." I swing my arms at him. The shadow of my father started laughing and cackling at me, saying how I was retarded, how he beat my mother and sister. Soon the voices told me what really mattered to me the most.

"Lyra died, because he didn't." The voices rang.

"Lyra died, because your he was drunk." The voices sang.

"Lyra died, because he wasn't there."

My angry self ran towards the shadow and I sliced, hacked, bludgeoned, punched it to pieces.

"Now, Kill her."

I blink to see (y/n) bloodied, cut up, bruised and crying. I didn't care at this point, I was too angry to deal with any thing.

I lifted my hand and....the voices, the trees, (y/n) are gone. I felt a warm substance trickling down my head and soon fainted.