A silence lingers in the air as we both stare at the polaroid. It's a disgrace and I hate it. I hate that I liked him, I hate that I kissed him, and i despise that I can't remember any of it.
Toby leans in closer. no longer looking at the picture but instead into my eyes. Trying to read my expression and understand me. He reaches out and cups his hand around my face.
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huh?
He just sliced my shoulder so deep it hit my bone and he wants to kiss me?
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"Toby. You just tried to kill me. I'm really not in the mood." I stare at him coldly, I refuse to bend to his wants and feelings. I shove his hand away.
He immediately looks back down at his shoes. His face turns red and I hear him sniffle.
"Oh grow up." I roll my eyes, and he looks back at me, anger replacing his former tears. "I have every right to hate you." I give him the hardest, longest, death stare I can manage. He gets closer and looks in my eyes again.
He knocks me out again.
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I've been counting the number for times I hear Timothy and Toby scream at each-other. The walls are to thick to fully hear what they're saying but i know they're mad. I hear the words, "Shot", "Should've", "No" being yelled before crashes and glass breaking sounds. Timothy slams open my door and stakes a long look at me. Top of my head to my toes I get the chills. He looks at me like i'm a piece of prized meat. I cant move, while I was out someone retied my hands, even going as far as to add more rope around my waist and tying my hands to there too.
"You shot me." He says. Glaring down on me. I simply nod my head, to scared to do anything else.
"I wanna hear you apologize." I steps closer, towering over my tied up body. Behind him I see Brian frowning at both of us, I can't tell wich one he's more frustrated at.
"sorry." I whisper softly.
That wasn't enough. I feel my heart catch in my throat. He pulls me up by my hair, I wince in pain but he doesn't care.
"I wanna hear, 'I apologize Tim, that wasn't responsible of me." He growls in my face. His voice mocking a little girls when he says what he needs to hear.
"I apologize Tim that wasn't respen-responsible of me." He slaps me around like a dog toy.
"Don't think about it, Don't stutter, Do-" Before he can do more damage Brian steps in.
"Tim," He puts his hand on Tim's shoulder and he lets go of my hair, letting me fall back onto the bed. He whispers something more into Tims ear and Tim scowls at me before thundering out of the room.
Brian pulls up the chair and sits beside my bed. Man spreading and slouching to look me in my eye. "You fucked up by shooting Tim, but I shouldn't have dropped my gun; That was my bad." He says calmly. How am I supposed to respond? 'No it's all good I like being abused and hunted :D' I just stare at him to urge him to keep talking
"Do you know why you're here?" He asks quietly, almost as if it's a secret even he doesn't know. I shake my head no. My head aches, Those slaps are starting to hit different.
"We work for an eldritch god we call, 'Him' or, Slender-man" he whispers the last name, leaning in close so I can hear. "Sometimes, rare occasions he decides he needs a new proxy to do his dirty work for him." He gives me a minute to soak it all in.
These people are bat shit insane.
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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)
