𝙄𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. || Ticci Toby x Reader

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊 || 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉

warning: mentions of anxiety, gore, blood, and vomit. (The words will become bolded when the scene becomes gorey, or well what I can at least write of gore)

also, I don't like using y/n cause it gives me PTSD from fanfics from 2020 😭

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August 10, 2012

Friday, 9:15 PM, somewhere in Northern GA

[name] had just recently gotten off work, sitting on the windowsill of the old Steak n' Shake, her hair tied up in a ponytail, and her bangs pulled back by bobby pins. The soft unrhythmic sounds of rain landing could be heard in front of her as she waited for her mom to come and pick her up. Sighing as she picked up her phone, unlocked it, and began to text her friend. The wind began to pick up, but she was unbothered, simply too tired to care. [name] then felt like something was watching her, so she looked around, nothing came into sight, so she went back to texting, her nails rhythmically tapping against the screen. A car rolled into the parking lot, beeping at [name].

"[Name] honey! Come on! Time to go home! There's a new movie I wanted to watch with you!" Her mother's head poked out the window, smiling at her young daughter, her voice was a bit husky, smoking at least 30 cigarettes every month was definitely the cause. [name] then got up, put her phone in her pocket, and quickly ran over to the passenger side of the car, swinging the door open and climbing inside. She closed the door at the correct time, the rain pouring down harder.

"So... how was work?" Her mother cleared her throat, Sarah was her name. It was always a bit awkward when they talked to each other, both had social anxiety and were not good at coming up with conversations.

"Oh, it was okay... Nothing... nothing really happened..." [name] muttered, looking out the window, watching as the rain rolled down the glass, they all raced to see who would make it to the bottom the quickest. It was a game she liked playing, or well a habit.

Sarah nods, biting the inside of her cheek, and rolling out the empty parking lot. Not many people were out currently, due to the weather. Supposedly it was going to get worse. "Well, it is a Steak n' Shake, one of the most boring places to work at" She spoke sarcastically, earning a soft laugh from [name], Sarah smiled. "But anyway, your papa's gonna come back home with pepperoni pizza, the movie nights gonna be fun..." Sarah spoke with a slight smile, looking over at her daughter.

"Oh good, hope it's not the same greasy ass pizza from that one place..." [name] cringed at the memory of the pizza. They had gotten pizza from some random old pizzeria, they noticed how wet it looked from the top, so they put a napkin on the pizza and the whole thing disappeared into it. They both shudder at the thought.

Sarah chuckled, patting her daughter's shoulder, then turning on the radio, some music from the 90s played. The rest of the car ride was quiet, neither of them talking, they usually ran out of things to say, like they were thinking too hard of things to say or not say.

[name] then felt as if she was getting watched again, her head involuntarily snapping to the trees, she saw a tall figure in between the trees, she blinked, and it was gone. She had goosebumps and chills, looking down at her arms, shrugging then looking at the raindrops again. [name] had seen the news this morning while getting ready, there was going to be a large thunderstorm throughout the night.

[name] had always found comfort in thunderstorms, she didn't know why, she just did. Maybe it's because of that one time, when her 5th-grade teacher was telling the class a story, it had been thundering hard and a kid was on the verge of tears. She said that whenever she hears thunder, she thinks of her parents in heaven, bowling their hearts away. It was their favorite thing to do when they were alive, back in the 80s when they were still so strong. It calmed them down quite a bit. Then there was a flash of lightning, and thunder roared around them.