𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥 (Ticci Toby x Male Reader)

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒ 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒚 ༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

My eyes slowly opened, and I stared at the ceiling for a few moments. I didn't even remember falling asleep last night. The last thing I remember was thinking about how Toby could potentially murder me.

I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes with one hand. I flipped the blanket off my legs and reached over to my nightstand, but my phone wasn't there.

"What the-" I muttered, looking at the floor and under the covers.

I sighed and got off the bed, crouching down to look under the mattress. Nothing.

I stood and ran a hand through my hair before walking out of my bedroom and down the hallway. I looked around the living room to see Toby asleep on the couch. I crept around, glancing at the tables, before my eyes went to the kitchen.

I smiled as I spotted my phone lying on the kitchen counter, and I quickly retrieved it. The phone was at a low percent, but I had a new message from my boss.

Your shift was switched to rush hour for the rest of the week due to a lack of workers at that time.

I groaned in annoyance before slapping a hand over my mouth. My head swung around to see Toby let out a soft snore and turn in his sleep. I exhaled quietly and turned back to my phone, checking the time. 8:15, and it was only Tuesday. I cried internally and leaned against the counter, replying to my boss's message.

Okay, I'll be there at 2.

At least I had some time to waste. Even though I had no clue what to do, I glanced around the kitchen, then back at Toby, before walking back to my room.

Toby looked pretty peaceful in his sleep. The fact made my gut not feel as nauseous. Maybe he wasn't the murderer after all. He was awfully sweet toward me, with mental illness and all.

Toby's POV:

I listened to Y/N's footsteps disappear down the hallway and the quiet click of the door before opening my eyes. My head turned around to check if the coast was clear.

I only got a few hours of sleep last night, but it didn't bother me. It was one of the wonders of CIPA: no need for sleep, no need to eat, and a lack of pain—my favorite. My insomnia didn't help trying to get some rest either.

I quietly pulled the photo of Y/N and Maddie out of my pocket and stared at it. Y/N's smile in the photo seemed very genuine and sweet. I wondered how much I would have to do to see it for myself.

I gripped the photo and gently ripped it down the middle, separating Y/N from his ex. I shoved Maddie's half into the couch cushion and leaned my head back on the pillow, staring at Y/N.

I started to think of what a good person he was. He let me stay in his house rent-free and even helped me with my runaway situation. It is terrible to think a person betrayed Y/N in a way to make him as upset as he was. My fingers trailed down the smooth picture, soaking in every detail.

My sight drifted toward the laptop that lay on the table. My hands itched to snoop around some more. I sat up and placed the picture next to the laptop. The screen flashed to life, causing me to squint my eyes at the brightness. My finger mashed the lower brightness button, and my eyes stared at the bold words on the screen.

Disappear.

I tilted my head before using the track pad to scroll down. There was no other next on the document, which made me frown a bit. I closed the tab and looked around at his other saved works. There were a lot of stories with chiché titles, which I assumed were more romance stories.

I couldn't believe that he wrote these. There was so much detail in such small stories. I was about to read one of the documents more closely, but I heard Y/N's door unlock.

I jolted, closing the screen as silently as I could and yanking the covers over my head. I curled up on the couch, squeezing my eyes shut and hoping that Y/N wouldn't catch me. Then I remembered the picture.

Y/N's POV:

I walked back out to the main room after getting dressed in more comfortable clothing. The blankets that Toby was under rustled a bit, and I glanced over to see him awake and sitting up.

"I'm surprised to see you awake so early," I said, yawning myself as I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Yes," Toby said, rummaging around the couch a bit.

I looked through the fridge, not paying any mind to it.

"Do you want something to eat? I'm going to work late, so I can actually make breakfast." I said, looking back at Toby.

Toby looked at me with wide eyes, and he nodded.

"I'll eat whatever." He replied.

I looked through the fridge before my eyebrows rose.

"Did you eat that entire load of bread?" I asked, my head turning to look at Toby again.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

I chuckled.

"It's fine, I guess." I looked at the fridge in thought.

"I don't have much; do you want to come to the store with me?" My face reddened as I quickly wanted to take back my words. He's a possible murderer! I shouldn't be hanging around him!

Toby perked up before shrinking back into the couch.

"Yeah, I'll go with you," he said with a small stutter. "But can I borrow one of your jackets?"

I snapped out of thought.

"Let me go get you one," I said, walking back down the hall. When I got to my room, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. I grabbed the first jacket I saw and brought it back to Toby.

"Here," I said, tossing the jacket into Toby's lap.

"Th-thank you," he said, feeling the material between his mangled fingers.

Toby's eyes went to the jacket, then to his hands. He felt his hands and the bits that we're missing from them before sliding the jacket over this figure, as well as pulling up the hood over his hair. I felt a pang of something in my chest, but it was easily overruled by dread.

I grabbed my wallet and my phone, tucking them into my pockets.

"We can pick up breakfast on the way instead." I said, jiggling the keys.

Toby got up and followed me out the door and to the car. I got in the driver's seat, but I noticed Toby hesitating to come inside.

I rolled down the passenger window, leaning my head on the steering wheel.

"You good?" I asked.

Toby's expression hardened.

"Can I sit in the back?" He asked in a small voice.

I raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off.

"Whatever floats your boat," I answered, starting the car.

Toby opened the back and sat inside, buckling his seatbelt and yanking it tight around him. The way Toby had the seatbelt around himself made it seem like he was suffocating, but I didn't do anything about it. He stared at the window, holding onto the strap with an iron grip.

I pulled out of the driveway, nonconspicuously tilting the rear view mirror to face Toby.

I realized why Toby might of wanted the hoodie. He wanted to hide his face from view. And I was helping him do that.

(Sorry for the late update, I've been a bit busy 😭)