:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

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Toby's eyes were fixed on a cluster of trees. He didn't know where he was, but it was cold. He was in hospital clothing, there was blood on them. It was also as if they were too big on him, were they even his? Was he even in his own body?

The wind gave off a soft breeze, messing around his hair. He had to move it to see through its thickness.
Toby felt completely numb, not even the cold atmosphere could be made out to his skin; though he got the shivers.

The trees around swayed due to how thin they appeared. No leaves were present, no bushes, no signs of life. Just where was he?

Toby remembered everything though, the crash, the howls and screeching of the wheels, horns honking, glass shattering and the violent tumbling of the metal vehicle.
Toby would feel himself drowning in his own blood, coughing and gagging to get it out of his throat. None of this was real though, it couldn't be.
His hands couldn't feel the dead grass he was holding onto. The grass was made of thin glass that tore at his palms, his knees bloody and mouth pooling a river of vomit and blood.

The wind was whispering, or the voices. He couldn't really tell the difference anymore.

A presence came, darkness sweeping the dead trees. What Toby thought was one of the thin pines turned out to shift into a figure, a tall featureless one.

Toby bared his teeth, ripping away from the grass. The memories hit him like a truck, his heartache spoke for him.
"Killed…" The boy started.

"You killed her! You son of a bitch!"
Toby ripped the glass like grass and would throw it in the figure's direction, who stood still, letting the boy do so.
Toby threw whatever he could at it, rocks, twigs, grass sheds. Eventually he tired himself out, facing down while ugly sobs left his body.

Still, nothing but silence came from the entity. It just sat and watched Toby tear himself apart mentally and physically.

"You…You…" Toby would squeeze out between hiccups and breaking breaths. He was so tired, so drained. His sadness was pain, his anger was sadness. His emotions were running laps around his brain, picking and prying to see which one can come out next.

The figure loomed still, tall as the trees. Its long arms hang at its sides. Still, Toby could feel its stare, its power over his emotions.

"Mh..S-Stop it.." Toby finally begged, anything but the lingering silence. He knew it knew what it did, he knew it meant for this to happen, he knew it wanted him at his lowest so it can play God.

"乃∪匕 工 丹爪 れ口匕 刀口工れム
丹れㄚ匕卄工れム, 爪ㄚ 匚卄工ㄥ刀."

There was no static or a ringing sound, so what it said was true to an extent, but the painful presence was too much for Toby to handle.

He felt so alone, though it stood before him, he felt no sign of real comfort. Toby only saw what killed his sister, what ruined his life.

"It sh-should've been me…"

"Wh-why…not me?"

"That's what you want isn't it? You want…"
Toby took a few shaky breaths, still trying to hold his composure.

"You want me, right? WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE ME!"
Toby screamed, his voice hoarse.

"It…IT JUST SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!.."

By the time Toby ruined his voice from all of the screaming, his gaze shifted up to see that the entity was no longer before him. Toby was just left alone in this dreamlike place.
The grass was cutting at his hands and knees. Anger fueled his heart, fueled his soul.

He was so mad.

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