𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥 (Ticci Toby x Male Reader)

⛤⛧Ｂａｄ Ｏｍｅｎｓ⛧⛤

The sun sat on the horizon, signaling the end of my shift at work. I clocked out and hung my apron up. Ever since Trevor informed me about a possible serial killer on the loose, it hasn't gotten off my mind.

I unlocked my car and sat in the driver's seat, my hands gripping the wheel like a vice. I stared out the windshield as my mind swirled with anxiety and fear.

What the hell am I supposed to do with a murderer in my home?! If I brought it up to him, surely he'd kill me right away, but if I called the police, I could be his next target. Maybe he was just a different escaped mental patient... Maybe he wasn't a serial killer... But something in my mind didn't let me think that was true.

I gulped and turned the ignition, pulling out of the parking lot. As I drove through the winding, empty streets, I saw an owl perched on a fence post. I clenched my jaw, and my eyes flickered in my rear-view mirror. I watched as the owl stared at my passing car, then flew off.

Taking a deep breath through my nose, I pulled into the driveway. The car halted, and I stared at the front door. When I gained enough courage, I unclipped my seatbelt and got out of the car.

I kept mentally reminding myself to act calm and collected, so Toby wouldn't find anything suspicious. I bit my lip and opened the door, peeking around the inside of the house. Toby was in the kitchen, holding an apple in two hands and seeming to be mid-bite.

He was wearing one of my shirts and a pair of my shorts. His hair was fluffier than earlier, and the bandages on his arms are off. I didn't mention anything about his hands or arms when I saw how mangled they looked.

"I showered," Toby said simply. "And I'm borrowing your clothes,"

I nodded, setting my keys and phone on the table. I suppose he didn't have to ask, but I don't think he would have asked either way.

"Yeah, I can see that." I responded, rubbing the back of my neck. My eyes flickered toward the hallway. "Speaking of showering, I'm gonna go take a quick one."

Toby nodded, biting into his apple and chewing it.

My lips pursed into a thin smile, and I hurried to my room. I could feel Toby's eyes on me as I disappeared into my room to get a change of clothes. I hoped that Toby didn't rummage too much through my closet or find anything that could lead to a painful conversation later. I took a plain shirt and some shorts from the shelves.

I walked to the bathroom across the hall, locking the door in the process. I took a shower that lasted longer than usual, only because my shower thoughts were replaced with ones that could lead to my potential murder. I swiftly dried off with a towel and put my clothes on.

I reached for the door handle, but then a loud metal clatter rung from down the hallway. My eyes widened, and I swung the door open, rushing down the hallway. I peered into the kitchen to see Toby standing over three fallen metal pots.

A few strands of damp hair fell on my face as I gave him a questioning look.

"What are you doing?" I asked, leaning against the wall.

"I was looking through the cabinet, and all the dishes fell out." Toby stumbled over these words as he spoke, rubbing his ears from the loud clanging.

I let out a sigh of relief and rubbed my temples.

"Thank gods," I mumbled, watching Toby put the pots back into the cabinet.

While I studied Toby, I took into account the small, yet visible, tattoo on his wrist. It looked like a circle with two slashes through it, creating a tilted cross. My eyebrows furrowed. I've never seen such a symbol.