𝐀𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 (Ticci Toby x FEM reader)

𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

"That's a lovely name," Eyeless Jack said softly.

Iver was sucking on his bottle of formula, contently resting in Y/N's arms. His black eyes were focused on staring at Toby. Toby had his arms crossed, and he looked at both Y/N and the baby.

"So, the only thing the baby does is eat, shit, and sleep?" Toby asked, making subtle eye contact with the little being.

Eyeless Jack backhanded Toby's arm.

"No cursing in front of the baby," Eyeless Jack scolded.

"Shut up," Toby said back with a frown.

"Toby, why are you being so rude to him?" Y/N asked, gently rubbing the baby's back.

Toby huffed, glaring at Jack, but his glare slowly softened into a look of realization. He was jealous. He was jealous that Jack had parental skills and Toby didn't. Toby looked back at Iver, who was staring right back. This baby had a staring problem. It's big, adorable, soulless eyes watching Toby's every move.

"Can I hold the baby?" Toby asked quietly, walking up to Y/N.

Y/N set the baby in Toby's arms. The bottle was almost empty. It was a hungry little thing.

Toby felt out of place. He couldn't tell if he was holding the baby right or not, but Iver wasn't fussing, so he figured he wasn't too uncomfortable. He felt a pang of guilt for ever thinking that such a harmless little guy could ever be an abomination like Slenderman, but he'd never tell anyone that.

Y/N smiled at the sight of him holding the baby so gently. She leaned her head on his shoulder, gazing down at the baby. Iver's hand reached up and grabbed the collar of Toby's shirt with a firm grip, making Toby chuckle slightly.

"I'll leave you two alone for a bit," Eyeless Jack said, walking out of the room.

As Eyeless Jack left, he was holding his wrist, where his proxy symbol was. Most likely because Slenderman needed him for another "task.".

A peaceful silence filled the room, occasionally interrupted by Iver making random baby noises.

"He seems very advanced for a newborn, almost like he's developing super fast," Y/N said, touching Iver's white hair.

"Th-that's true; maybe he's just super smart," Toby said as the corners of his lips tugged into a smile.

Toby walked over to the soft play mat and laid Iver on his back. There were a few toy animals that dangled above him, which easily caught his attention so Toby could take the empty bottle away. Y/N smiled and sat next to the baby with a warm feeling in her chest.

Toby walked out to the kitchen to rinse out the bottle. He noticed that there was no sign of Jack in the living room or kitchen. Though he was puzzled, he finished cleaning the bottle and set it out to dry. There was a quiet, static noise that was sounding in the back of his mind.

"What the hell..?" He mumbled, rubbing his ears with the palms of his hands.

Toby went over and peeked out the windows of the cabin—there was nothing but pine trees and foliage as far as the eye could see. His eyes stared and adjusted to the light from outside.

Nothing.

There were a couple knocks on the door, causing Toby to jolt in surprise. He went over and opened the door, figuring that it was Eyeless Jack, but he couldn't have been more wrong.

The man at the door had thin, scraggly black hair and pale, pink skin that looked like healed burn scars. The man's eyes are unnaturally big and pale blue, with pinpricks as pupils. The most recognizable feature was the jarring scar that ran across his mouth and cheeks—a large smile-shaped scar.

Jeff The Killer.

"Hell no. Get the fuck out of here," Toby said, slamming the door shut and locking it.

From outside, Jeff called out to Toby.

"Oh, come on, Tobes! I wanna see the kid!"

Toby's heart sank at his words, and he cracked the door open.

"Who told you?" Toby asked bitterly, looking at Jeff with an obvious upset expression.

"Why does it matter?" Jeff responded, his deformed face becoming more horrid as he forced a smile.

"Answer my question, or I'll plant my hatchet in your ugly ass skull." Toby snapped, gripping the door.

"Woah, woah, what stick is up your ass today?" Jeff haunted, putting his hands up like he didn't do anything.

"Answer me. Who told you that there was a kid here?"

Toby was fed up with Jeff already. Jeff was an annoying guy in general, but now was not the time for his antics. Toby was actually livid that Jeff had the audacity to come up to his house and act like he cared about his kid.

"I just heard around. No one specifically told me," Jeff said, leaning against the rail outside and pulling a cigarette from his pocket. "You seem tense. Wanna smoke?" He offered.

Toby's muscles tensed, and he slammed the door shut, rattiling the hinges and a few of the picture frames on the nearby wall. Toby tried to take a deep breath to calm his anger. His hands were shaking, and there was almost a vein popping out of his forehead. Toby cursed repeatedly under his breath, rubbing his eyes with his palms.

Oh, no...what was he doing? His aggression was getting the best of him, and for what? Because Jeff wanted to see his kid? He was starting to feel the desire to break something or hurt someone. He needed to cool off, but he couldn't leave Y/N and Iver alone.

Toby was suddenly reminded that they were still in the nursery together. Toby locked the front door and hurried back to the nursery.

Iver was giggling at the baby mobile that was spinning above him. Y/N was quietly laughing at the baby's contagious laugh. That's when he realized that he couldn't have both.

A loving family or murder, trauma, and more death.

Toby stared at Y/N and Iver in a daze. His heart fell into his stomach. His anger had been depleted by what felt like a stab to the chest... Even though Toby wouldn't know just how painful a stab could be, his guilt started to gnaw at his mind as he stared at Y/N.

Toby was starting to remember everything. The reason he has been alone for the last ten years is because of this. He was a broken, angry, and damaged man who had an inhumane mindset. He wants nothing more than to apologize for everythin the's done and take it all back, or even just a second chance at this hellish life. Toby was starting to second-guess his abilities as a father in fear that the abused would become the abuser.

Silent tears slipped past Toby's eyelashes as he stayed in thought. Soon after, Y/N noticed Toby in the doorway. His smile turned into a look of worry at Toby's distraught. She picked up Iver and walked over to him.

"Honey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Y/N gently rubbed away a stray tear with the pad of her thumb.

Toby's breath stuttered, and he hid his eyes behind his bandaged hand, wiping away the newly formed tears.

"I don't know," Toby lied, wiping his hand down his face and looking at Iver.

Iver was chewing on a gummy ring that he was happily slobbering all over. Iver looked up at Toby before holding out the chew toy to him, as if expecting him to take it and chew on it too. Iver was too sweet for this treatment. Toby gently caressed Iver's head, bringing them both into his embrace.

Toby didn't want to choose, but would he have to?