𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑨𝑳 <ᴛɪᴄᴄɪ ᴛᴏʙʏ>

005

A feeling of dread and emptiness washed over the man the moment he looked away from your eyes.

He didn't know who you were but something about you made him feel drawn to your eyes, to your presence. At first he didn't care, but the moment you stared back at him with such familiarity, he immediately came to the conclusion that you knew something.

He didn't know you but maybe you did know him from the past. But it doesn't matter, he believes that you are just someone in his past that probably also made him feel undeserving and alone. That's what they tell him.

He tried to brush off the feeling that something about you was different, he continued to reassure himself that you were just another background. A memory that doesn't need it's awakening. He is already happy with himself without people like you.

He shook his thoughts away focusing on his mission for tonight. He lurked behind an older man who had a cigarette sitting between his lips. Toby gripped his hatchets tightly in both hands, readying to eliminate his target.
Though the older man stopped in his tracks, looking over at his shoulder and glaring at the murderer behind him. "Oy kid! What's your problem, huh?" The old man spat. Disgusted by how the unknown man in front of him continued to make sudden jerks and movements. "Weirdo." He mumbled.

Toby tilted his head to the side, his tics worsening. "Jerk." He cursed between his tics before he suddenly came running to the man with his hatchets in the air, ready to strike.

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You sat in the water filled tub, sighing in relief the moment the clean water came in contact with your skin. Your mind was blank until you were reminded by the man you saw just an hour ago. You hate yourself for thinking that he looked like Toby, no one can look like your Toby and plus he was already gone. Gone.
You always tell your denying self that he was already gone. But a part of you screams that he is still out there, vulnerable and Lost.

Your brows furrowed at the thought of him being alone, lost and you weren't there to help him. You should've helped him more when he was still here. You tried to gulp down the feeling of your throat burning but failed to do so. Your vision started to get blurry as tears started to fall from your eyes, quiet sobs escaping from your lips. "I'm so sorry..I'm sorry, Toby." you chanted.

"Come back to me, please."

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Toby ran through the maze of long pine trees, his stamina unending and his senses sharp. It was quickly went noticed by him when a bullet was sent behind him. He stopped on his tracks then dodged it. "Seriously, fucking Jeffrey woods?" Toby cursed, his tics and twitches worsening due to his suppressed irritation. When the so called Jeffrey came into sight, Toby threw dagger on him which the man easily caught. "Another failed mission, fuckface?" Jeffrey chuckled before throwing the dagger back, it landed in a tree behind Toby where another man was leaning. "Hoodie, why did you give this psycho a gun?!" The man who was hiding behind a ski mask sighed. "I didn't, he almost killed me for that." He said, monotonely before leaving and disappearing into the dark woods.

Toby again shifted his attention to the man with skin pale as a bond paper, his face had a wide slit almost like a smile. Toby shuddered in disgust. "Where's Timothy?" The brunette asked. "Don't care, man. He is prolly jerking himself off." Jeff replied with a shrug. "Give this to him if you see him." Toby pulled out a head from his back up, a dead cigarette still sitting between its lips.
"Oh, sweet!" Jeff grabbed the head and gave it a kiss in the cheek before skipping and disappearing in Toby's sight. "He never fails to be creepy." He muttered under his breath.