Praying for a sinner || Ticci Toby x Reader

☾🌧 | Chapter 5 | 🌧☽

"Only four short days after the gruesome carnage of local riverside students, police are quickly giving up hope after turning up no evidence other than a rock with unidentified blood that matched none of the victims or any blood in government systems. Due to the department's lack of resources, the police search parties for the missing student have ceased, but the community is still encouraged to quote 'keep an eye out'. If you have any information, please call the local county or our information helpline. That's all for tonight."

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TOBY'S POV

"You need to move her to another room. I am not a babysitter and, to be frank, she's a pain in the ass, I don't have time to deal with her and her attitude." I argued "Tim and Brian are due back tonight, put her in with one of them. I'm not doing it anymore(tic)." I crossed my arms I know it's useless demanding things, but I cannot be around her right now. "Toby. I assigned her to you. You will oversee her until I say otherwise. Until then I do not want to keep having this argument. Get on with your job and remember your place." "(tic)But sir-" He sat forward sharply "Go" He growled, static radiating throughout my mind. My face twisted as I turned towards the door, I trudged down the halls until I eventually reached my door. I just stood there, hand hovering over the handle. I took a few steadying breaths and finally turned the handle, looking into the room I spotted her sleeping on the floor. Can't even fucking relax in my own room. Running a frustrated hand over my face I turned back out of the room, making my way down to the kitchen I passed a few of the mindless preparing things for? What are they preparing for? Shaking my head I continued walking.

"What are they preparing for? I questioned spotting Jack in the kitchen, "dinner." He responded dryly, "Since when have we ever had a fancy dinner?" I snorted "Something about Brain and Tim's return and... y/n" another dry response that faded out towards the end "Who? Oh right. I didn't even bother to remember her name" Letting out a slight laugh as I said it. However, Jack did not look amused. In fact, he didn't even bother to answer me. He just finished whatever he was doing and walked away. "oooookay" I laughed to myself.

TIM'S POV

I trudged up the steps of the mansion, my legs aching with exhaustion. Brian is not far behind me, slugging up the stairs like his body is too heavy. I cannot wait to get some rest, I fucking hate rake missions, they are always long and pointless. We never get any closer to figuring out where it even comes from and when we do come across it, it's just a long fight. It barely takes any damage. Finally, reaching the door and pushing it open I see the mindless preparing for? Something? Turning back to Brian he just shrugs and walks in heading straight up the stairs to his room. Staring at all the preparations going on I head towards the kitchen and sigh deeply when I spot Toby, stupid prick "Welcome back fuckwit, how was the mission? Let me guess unsuccessful. Just like every mission you're in charge of." He spat with a cocky and hateful tone. "Fuck off Rogers." I retaliate, leaning against the large stone bench. "What are they doing?" I gesture to the mindless cooking and preparing. "Some fancy dinner to do with your return and the (tic) bitch upstairs." He responds with an agitated tone. Oh, shit that's right. "She's alive?" My voice was laced with surprise. Toby pushes off the counter and begins walking away. "Unfortunately, yes." He responds flatly as he disappears up the staircase.

I remain in the kitchen for a moment, can't believe we actually just have some random girl here. Why is she even important to him? Whatever, I don't care. I need a shower. I head up the stairs to one of the bathrooms in the left wing.

YOUR POV

I wake to the sound of the door opening, peeking up through a hooded gaze. It's that fucking bastard. I let out a huff and put my head back down on the pillow. The soft pad of footsteps approaches me, and I feel his boot kick at my feet. "Get up." He demands. "Piss off." I spit a little groggy. He lets out a sigh and then he grabs my forearm and rips me up off the ground. 'How is he this fucking strong?' I let out a gritted growl as my feet plant on the floor and I push myself back away from him. "What the fuck?" I say, my tone loud and laced with agitation. (Tic) "Dinner." Was all he responded with before turning to his dresser. "Dinner? I'm not eating dinner with you insane fucking people." I spit, watching his movements intensely. "Newsflash, yes, you are." He responds, still fishing around in his dresser for something. I cross my arms. "No. I'm not." He slowly turns his head toward me, whatever he was looking for momentarily forgotten. He slams the drawer shut, the sound echoing around the room. He stalks toward me, and as much as I want to cower under that stare, I remain holding my ground. He reaches me, glaring down as he looms over me. "I've had it up to here with your attitude." He growls, raising his hand above me to emphasize how sick of me he is. I don't respond, just keeping my glare hateful as I hold his gaze. He holds that gaze for a long moment before something shifts in the air, the tension thick enough to suffocate me.