𝐀𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 (Ticci Toby x FEM reader)

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A quiet ambiance of wind and trees outside filled the looming silence. The cabin was chilly inside, and all the lights were out for the night.

Toby lay awake in the bed, staring at the ceiling, while Y/N was fast asleep beside him. Iver was also sound asleep in his crib. No matter how long Toby lay there, he couldn't stop thinking of the inevitable.

Iver was going to grow up to be like him, possibly even worse.

Thinking about how sweet Iver is now, Toby sat up and leaned over to Y/N. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips and rolled out of bed quietly. Toby slipped on his olive-colored sweatshirt and his navy blue hoodie. He pulled his jeans and boots on after, along with his goggles and mouth guard. His eyes looked over to his hatchets—his father's hatchets that he now beared. Toby took the hatchets into his hands, feeling the rough handles with his scarred fingers. The reflection in the mirror was a stranger to his past, and the bloodstains on his hoodie didn't help that fact.

He lovingly looked back at Y/N, who looked peaceful in his sleep.

"I love you," Toby whispered before opening the bedroom door.

He walked to the nursery. Tucking the hatchets in his belt loops, he quietly crept Iver to the crib to admire his tiny form. The infant was too sweet for what his future was made out to be, and Toby cringed at that thought. He left the nursery, then he left the cabin.

The moon shone down through the trees and mist, giving the forest an enchanted glow. Toby knew that if he walked far enough, he would find what he was looking for. A breeze blew across the clearing as he walked through the shaking forestry and trees.

Toby took a deep breath and stopped in the center of the clearing. He held his hatchets in his hands and closed his eyes. The familiar dread was over him, but it was nothing that he chose to panic about. Toby was too distracted by his thoughts to even realize the tears that streamed down his cheeks. His eyes fluttered back open, and he saw exactly what he came here for.

Slenderman.

"Why have you come to me in the dead of night? Shouldn't you be watching over your family?" Slenderman questioned.

Toby let out a shaky exhale.

"This isn't what I wanted..." He admitted, his lips quivering as the truth hit him like a ton of bricks.

A few tears managed to drip to the large scar on his cheek, leaving a salty taste in his tongue.

"What do you mean, Tobias?"

"I want to start over," Toby whispered in a croaky voice. "I want what I could have had," Toby brought his arm up to his face, sobbing quietly into his forearm.

He remembered.

He remembered all the times that he and Y/N had together before everything happened. The water fountain, the bandages, all the car rides home, the park where they ate tacos together, every time he wanted to kiss her and hold her, homecoming, that damn after party... It all came back to him, as if the amnesia was crumbling away before him.

Toby was filled with regret for all the things he could have done. He could have saved Y/N and himself, but he failed. Toby could have been normal. He looked at the hatchets in his hands through blurry vision before letting them drop to the ground.

"I want a second try," Toby said, gritting his teeth. "This isn't how I wanted things to go."

He took off the goggles, the mouth guard, and his sweater and jacket, leaving him in only his black, long-sleeve shirt. He tossed the items to the ground next to the hatchets, feeling a burden lifted from his shoulders. He has killed too many innocent people to count, and it's been weighing on him. Toby didn't want Y/N's love because of Stockholm syndrome.

"A second try? After all these years?" Slenderman asked, looking down at Toby.

"Please, I've never asked for anything from you." Toby begged, biting his lower lip to stop him from shaking with emotion.

The quiet lingered over them for a long while, until what sounded like a sigh came from Slenderman.

"I admired your dedication to your work, but I predicted this was going to happen. For that reason, I will give you one more chance, but I expect you to come back to me when you have gotten what you desire." Slenderman spoke blankly to the boy in front of him.

Toby choked out a soft sob, his shoulders slumping as he did. He had been given what felt like mercy. Toby sucked in his breath, closing his eyes. His body was filled with sweet relief.

When Toby's eyes opened again, he was met with a strange place.

His old room.

There were posters and random sketches posted on the walls. Toby's breath hitched, and he sat straight up from his bed. There are tear stains on his cheeks that he wiped off with the backs of his wrists. There were too many memories to count in this room. He looked down at his hands as if to check if this was real or not, and then he felt his face. No scar.

Toby looked out the window, seeing that it was night. His head snapped over to his alarm clock, then the date. It wasn't even twelve o'clock yet, and it was the night of Brad's afterparty.

Toby jumped to his feet and bolted out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door. He didn't bother to get a jacket or shut the doors behind him. He ran. He ran as fast as his feet would take him. His eyes watered from the wind that blew across his face.

Toby's old, black-and-white Converse splashed through puddles as he dashed down the side walks. He could recognize the buildings as he ran by. The town was quiet except for the sound of Toby's breathing in the dead or night. Any time he found himself slowing down, he drove himself to run faster.

Toby sprinted down the neighborhood that was all too familiar, and at the end of the road, he could see a bunch of cars in a parking lot. There it was: the party. Toby ran down the line of houses and up the driveway of Brad's house. There were people smoking and drinking, but Toby went right past them. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

Toby went inside, his eyes frantically darting around. His eyes landed on Y/N. Y/N was still in her homecoming dress, and she was wearing his gray jacket. She was talking to Maddie with two things in her hand—car keys and a paper corsage. Toby's heart skipped a few beats as he pushed past people without apology. His eyes were fixated on her, feeling the nostalgia of her beauty.

Toby gently tapped her shoulder.

"Y/N?" Toby said softly. Y/N's head spun around, and she gasped.

"Toby! I thought you left!" Y/N said, wrapping her arms around his torso and hugging him tightly. Meanwhile, Maddie was in just as much shock as Y/N was.

"I thought I left too." Toby wrapped his arms around her with a sigh, feeling calm even though they were in the middle of a chaotic party.

"Toby, I need to ask you a question," Y/N said, putting her hands on Toby's arms and looking directly at him.

"Okay"

Y/N gulped down her nerves before asking:

"Have you had feelings for me this whole time?"

Toby looked into Y/N's eyes before deciding not to hold back this feeling anymore. He kissed Y/N with his hands on the sides of her face, and to his surprise, she kissed back.

Maddie made a repulsed face and walked left to go get another drink.

They parted the kiss and Y/N looked at him breathlessly. She tucked some of his hair behind his ear. She looked deeply into his eyes, and they felt the world around them fade into a blur.

"I love you, Toby"

"I love you too, Y/N"

End.