You awake to find a note on your desktop. Frightened you reach for the note and grab it. You examine the note as you begin to read it.
'We are coming for you my child'
You immediately throw the note in the trash. 'Maybe it was real...' you say to yourself. 'No! It couldn't be real...'
You exit your room to fix breakfast for your foster parents quickly, to go to school on time, ticking while you do so.
Once you have finished doing so, you quickly grab an apple and your backpack and leave for school as fast as you could without anyone noticing.
You walk and walk, but it just feels like you haven't walked at all. You feel...trapped. You don't know why, but you didn't want to stand and find out.
You continued walking, occasionally ticking, while walking into the main building. You hear whispers. Not from the people around you, but from...somewhere.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a certain blonde bimbo.
"HEY! Listen when I'm talkin' to ya' freak." The blonde bimbo snarls and look at you like you're a hideous unknown creature.
Of course your only reply is when you suddenly tick, which pisses the girl off.
"Whatever, I didn't need you anyways."
The rest of the day goes by In a breeze. You walk home.
You realize that you had to take a short cut through the woods to be able to make it to your 'Home' on time. You continue walking until a hatchet comes zooming across your face, the pointy tip landing sharply inbetween a tree.
You jump and fall flat on your back from the surprise attack then bump your head on a hard rock.
You feel a disturbance in your personal bubble, and look behind you to find a...boy?
The boy is wearing a mouth guard by the looks of it, with orange goggles around his eyes, soft brown locks gently touching the top part of the goggles like the feeling when you rub your finger against a soft feather...but soaked in dry blood.
Oh and one more thing.
He has a hatchet.
"Well that's just great!!!"
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(Ticci-Toby x Reader)
FanfictionWARNING! Slow updates. (Y/N) is not your typical, girly teen. You suffer from a twitching disorder, and can not feel pain. For you, life sucks, you have no one to rely on and everyone hates you. In the small town you live in, you are known as 'The T...
