:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

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Toby's eyes slowly fluttered open catching sight of the dimly lit living room and kitchen. The hazy sound of the tv going could be heard.
Toby could barely make out the head of his father sitting on the couch, chuckling every now and then when something funny would happen.

Toby's vision was blurry, but he was conscious, and could move. The boy rose with a stumble from the puddle of blood he was laying in.
He reached up and pulled the warm red DNA from the back of his head. Just like that…he remembered..

The tv was so loud, Toby managed to stumble into the kitchen without being heard.
The sound of the man's cackle echoed off the walls. There was still no trace of his mom. Maybe she did just leave him here.

He traced his scarred fingers across the kitchen counter. Toby's eyes landed on the knife holder, locking on the biggest one. Morbid thoughts flooded his mind.

Toby slowly reached for it, grabbing it out. The huge blade scraped against the wooden holder. He knew it wouldn't be heard over how loud the tv was.

Toby appeared around the corner again, slowly shuffling up behind the couch, peering down at the man's head.

He stood there, holding the knife, thoughts he usually never thought about came about in his mind. Small voices would whisper, the same ones he'd hear every night. They'd scream, they'd cry, they'd laugh.

They were speaking, repeating a phrase that made him slowly bring the knife out. The blade reflected the television light.

'do it'

'do it come on'

'just do it'

'do it'

'DO IT'

'DO IT, DO IT, DO IT'

Toby let out a scream and brought the knife straight into the man's neck.
He pulled it back out and stabbed him again.
Blood leaked onto the couch and splattered all over him and the walls.
The blood sprayed out all over him.

Toby found himself crawling onto the man and landing a stab into his chest, raising the knife up to stab him again.
Jacob caught Toby's wrist, coughing up blood. Unfortunately the man was too weak to hold the boy back. Toby easily overpowered him and stabbed him again in the stomach, then back in his chest.

Toby kept stabbing and stabbing, laughing loudly and manically as he did so.
The amount of blood that stained the carpet and himself was unbelievable. Toby was about 24 stabs in, and the man was still gargling for life, fighting his son to stop, but he did not.

Toby lodged the knife deep into his chest and twisted it, dragging it down to his lower stomach, cutting the man completely open.
It was at the point where Jacob couldn't even scream, he was choking on his own blood.

Toby used both hands to reach in and rip the man open, snapping his ribs apart, exposing his organs just slightly.

His father had a total of 37 stab wounds including the huge laceration down his torso.
The man was dead now, but Toby had kept going, stabbing and stabbing. He hit wherever he could until his arms physically could not move anymore.
The second Toby stopped to catch his breath…the front door opened, followed by a horrific scream.

Toby darted his head back to see his terrified mother. She dropped the car keys in utter shock. Blood painted the walls and Toby was practically bathing in her husband's guts.

"Hah..Hahah..HAHAHAHAH-" All the boy could do was laugh, looking at his petrified mother. The look on her face was amusing to him, but the adrenaline wore off quickly.

Toby got up, dropped the knife and scurried off towards the back garage. He swung the door open, blood soaking his shoes.
He left bloody prints all the way back.

The first thing he could think of was a way of escape, fire..fire was the answer.
He was good at starting those, especially with fuel.
He grabbed one of the many spare gasoline cans that lined the shelves of the garage wall, along with the nearest weapon. Which happened to be a pair of hatchets. One was newer than the other, but will get the job done just fine.

The sobs of the woman could be heard from the garage.
Toby wasted no time, rushing out through the garage and running towards the end of his road. Behind him, he formed a perfect line of gasoline leading all the way into the forest.
Toby was not in the right state of mind to be playing with such a dangerous amount of fire, but that didn't stop him.

Toby dropped the match, flames going up immediately. His own house was the first to engulf, then trees, then neighboring houses.
It spread so quickly that Toby couldn't run far enough in time. Before he knew it, fire greeted
him everywhere he turned.
The forest was going down in black smoke, choking him out.

Toby fell down, coughing and holding his chest. Everything was going dark, it was so very warm.
He became light headed, weak. All of that adrenaline faded, leaving Toby with the realization of what he just did, until he just…didn't remember.

All he knew now was that there was a lot of fire, and a figure?
Who was this figure?
Has he seen it before?

He squinted his eyes amongst the flames, just barely catching a glimpse behind the red and orange light and dark smoke.

"ム口口刀 Ｊ口乃 爪ㄚ Ｓ口れ..."

"ム口口刀 Ｊ口乃."

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