Fearless || Ticci Toby x Reader ||

||CHAPTER 2|| Snatcher Van

The gun clicks, I'm trapped. The walls seem to close in and I can't breathe. I get the bravery to look up, and my eyes meet with the tall man. He's wearing a yellow, dirt stained hoodie and a black mask with red eye and frowning mouth patches sewn on. His jeans have wear and tear on them, the stains prominent and the cigarette burns are obvious. It scares me shitless.

He walks towards me, his steps heavy and calculated. His steel tipped boots look like they could crush my bones easy-peasy. I come out of the trance and push past him. Before I can run out the door he grabs me by my neck, pushing me against the wall and choking me. The air's leaving my body quickly, the sensation of his rough hands on my throat would feel nice in any other situation; but all I feel is fear and adrenaline.

I pretend to go limp in his hand, he relents his grip and I strike. He's standing close enough that when he relaxes I sink my teeth into his arm. He drops his gun in surprise and reaches for me. I drop down and grab his gun, he grabs my shirt sleeve but it rips before he can get anywhere. I rush away from him, my blood racing and pieces of skin and blood in my teeth. I fumble down the stairs, my legs feel like jelly but I keep going. In the corner of my eye I see the younger one stare at me from my living room.

In the pale moonlight I can finally make out what he looks like. He's around 5'9-5'11, he's scrawny and jangly limbed. His baggy hoodie is brown with stripes, but covered in stains and holes. His carpenter pants are tough and tattered looking, and his mask is like one from Covid times; with shiny orange goggles. This fucker is barefoot on my white couch.

Before I can react fully he lunges off his spot, and charges at me. I can hear the broom snap and the other man shuffling in my closet, and the tall one's charging down my stairs. I dive out the front door, the others close behind me. My feet thud on the grass lawn, splinters embedding themselves and stones cutting me open. I hear panting and running only a few feet behind me.

The goggles one is catching up quickly and in a few seconds he could easily catch me. My car's only a yard away but I don't know if I can make it. I fumble around with the gun in my hand and load it. Blindly aiming behind me i shoot it.

The bang shocks me and I falter a little. I hear someone fall to the ground and yell. One of them stops running but i don't look back to see who. Goggles is still on my tail. There's screaming and loud noises everywhere, I try my best not to get overstimulated. I rush in the car and slam the door. I scramble around looking for my keys, and can't find them anywhere. Then my blood runs cold and I hear the back door slam shut. I turn around and im face to face with Goggles.

"Where are you headed?" He snickers.

In seconds he takes out a hatchet from his belt and swings it. It lands on my shoulder and I scream in pain. My arm throbs and my eyes tear up. I can feel cold air hit my bones, and his gloved hand wraps around my mouth and I pass out.