You're a Nightmare ⋆ Ticci Toby X Reader

Hit and Run.

Chapter 5

"Hit and Run

The room was a mess. Her room looked like it came off of the show Hoarders. It went from clean and pristine, to everything she owned being thrown around the room. She looked around and saw a fist sized hole in the middle of her wall.

Y/N rubbed her eyes, as she felt the tears coming. She didn't want to cry, especially in front of her coworker.

A hand squeezed Y/N's shoulder, it was Lacy. She gave Y/N a reassuring smile. "I'm gonna go call the handy man." Y/N nodded, and Lacy was off.

After a good few hours and a repair company Y/N was finally able to get her room back to its original state. Unfortunately the stench of cigarettes still lingered throughout the room.

Y/N couldn't help but feel like this somehow had something to do with Toby. She grimaced at the thought of him. She sat at her desk to review some of her files. She pulled a few files from the drawer from below her.

She groaned when she realized another one of her possessions had been ruined. The metal drawer had a huge dent in it. She had to tug and tug and tug for the drawer to finally open. She mentally told herself she would have to make a trip to the town next to her to replace all of her damaged items.

She grabbed the first file she saw. On the front in big bold letters was CONNIE ROGERS. Y/N frowned. She had heard the poor elderly woman's story over and over again, and still she hadn't been able to meet the woman. Even though they had plenty of appointments scheduled, Connie had never managed to come make it to them.

Her frown deepened as she remembered her coworkers' words. She's insane. I guess you could say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. She couldn't help but feel bad for the woman. She sighed and opened the file up.

A picture of a smiling woman with brown hair and eyes. Y/N assumed that this was many years ago. Based on what she had heard Connie Rogers had crazy gray hair, and eyes like a mad woman.

She flipped the picture over and stared at the many words written over the paper. Clinically depressed and anxiety were written in bold letters. Y/N continued reading about her. Her coworkers had written a few words for her. Extremely paranoid. Trashed my whole room. Impossible to work with.

Y/N couldn't help but feel bad for this woman. She sighed and placed the file back in the cabinet.

Y/N checked her phone, and realized it was finally time for lunch. She packed her stuff up, and went on her way to meet up with Lacy.

Y/N had finally made it home. It was already six pm and Y/N waited to find Toby and finally give him a piece of her mind.

As Y/N walked up the stairs she realized she didn't know where she was supposed to find him–or contact him. Still she stopped up the stairs and swinged her front door open.

Y/N scoffed at the sight in front of her. "What are you doing here?" Toby turned to her and smiled. She shivered at the sight of the scar on his cheek. She couldn't help but wonder where it came from.

"I just wanted to get a little beauty sleep." He was sitting on her couch. "The last thing you'll be getting here is sleep." He stood up. Her eyes followed him as he stood up. "And why's that?" She rubbed her temples.

"One of your 'friends' recked my office." He looked down at her, as she pushed her figure into his chest. "What are you talking about?" She took another step–they were so close they could feel each other's breath. "My office was a mess this morning-it still reeks of cigarettes." His eyebrows furrowed a little, as she continued to ramble about her office.