I wake up from my slumber, I cant move or open my eyes but I feel cold steel under me, and i'm getting jostled around. There's rough rope digging into my wrists and ankles, and a blindfold covers my eyes. My arm's still under fire from the hatchet blow, but it's bandaged up. There's also something absolutely soaking with drool in my mouth gagging me. My best guess is i'm in the back of a snatcher van.
I can hear mumbles and whispers in-front of me, and Goggles voice stands out to me for some reason. It's rough and gravely, but still has a boyish tone. I keep listening to it and against my greatest efforts it comforts me. I think long and hard on why it's so soothing. Something from my past is nagging at me in the back of my mind, but I cant place it. Somewhere long ago I knew this man, I just don't know why, when, or how. How did I know this murderous, sadistic, awful human?
"Fuck off Timo-Timothy" Goggles says, sneering the mans name. He has a stutter.
"Mr.Rodgers" the other man grumbles. I then hear fighting and mixed yelling from the front seats. Then it suddenly stops and I hear the person in the back seat whisper something to the pair, and it's quiet for a few more minutes.
"Do we need to bring them?" Timothy asks, referring to me i feel like i wanna shrink in my skin and bury myself with shame.
"I need them here." Goggles mumbles
"Ouuuuu Toby's got a crushhh" the man in the back snickers, I can't tell if he's mocking or teasing Toby but i start blushing. The other man starts laughing too.
"Not lik-ke that." Toby stutters, he's not laughing.
"Uh huh, sure buddy." Timothy laughs.
They keep saying snide remarks back and forth, but i stop paying attention after a while.
Toby Rodgers.
I think that's his name anyway, from what the other guys were saying. I KNOW that name, i'm just not sure from where. It's like my memory has been wiped clean except for a tiny little smudge. He sounds so familiar.
"Should we wake them up?" I hear the man in the back ask quietly. In my thoughts I didn't even realize we stopped, everyone else dead quiet.
"I think it would be be-best to just keep them calm and asleep as long as possible." Toby whispers. "I'll carry them in."
"Just don't get a hard one from holding them." The one from the back giggles, I hear him step out of the car and close the door, along with everyone else doing the same. Timothy laughs.
"Guys what the fuc-ck? No I won't?" Toby says, I can just hear the eye roll in his voice. I hear the back open up and I feel warm arms wrap under my thighs and around my upper back before picking me up bridal style.
"Tobes we all know how little game you have" Timothy chuckles
"You act like you've never talked to a girl any time Clockwork comes over" Other Guy snickers, gaining a laugh out of Timothy. Toby just grumbles and picks up his pace.
The walk with Toby feels like torture. Getting carried by someone with severe motor tics while they're frustrated is not something I wanna relive.
Eventually they lead me and Toby into a different room, through my blindfold I can tell it's well lit. I start to panic a little internally as I get laid on the bed and everyone but Toby leaves. I hear a chair being pulled up next to my bed and I feel his hard cold stare on me. I shift a little to pretend like I just woke up. Bad choice. I immediately regret it as Toby starts talking to me.
"Who ar-re you?" He asks coldly. Tearing out my gag and untying my blindfold.
"Who are you?" I ask back.
I feel his hand rush to my neck and gently sit there, he could choke me at any minute. He's just waiting for an excuse.
"Who are you?"
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Fearless || Ticci Toby x Reader ||
Fanfiction(Sorry if this is poorly written, English isn't my first language) "If the angels asked me to join them I'd refuse, I can't imagine a heaven where you aren't by my side." (Also posted on AO3)
