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

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 || 𝕮𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖘, 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖘

WARNING: This will also contain slight gore and vomiting.

i hate school.

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August 10, 2012

Friday, 10:20 PM, Somewhere in Northern GA

He had been entering the neighborhood, his old truck going down the hills and up the hills, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel, a warm fresh hot pizza beside him. He was excited about a movie night with his wife and his daughter. He noticed all the lights from the houses were out, the storm probably caused it. But then he heard sirens, the closer he got to them, the more worried he got.

His heart dropped when he saw an ambulance, a fire truck, two police cruisers around the house, and a couple of nosy neighbor's cars parked around. He got out of his car instantly, running over but then getting stopped by a cop.

"Woah woah buddy- You can't go further than here, go home." The policeman has a hand on the man's chest. Their voice was deep and shaky like he was startled by what he saw.

"T-this is my- This is my house! I live here! Where's my- my wife- my daughter! Where are they?-" He ran past the police officers and a paramedic who tried stopping him. He took a glance in the ambulance, no one in there but a paramedic prepping things. He then ran towards the house, seeing them haul out a stretcher in a hurry, out from the house that was once beautiful, now charred and burnt. Looking down at the stretcher.

He saw [name]. His little girl was injured. A broken stick embedded into the right side of her abdomen, blood staining her clothes, a broken arm with burns all over the upper part of it, her face had cuts all over it, a small gash on her jaw and her hairline that stretched down to the side of her eye, and her thigh had been cut open in several areas, her ankle was twisted in a direction it was not supposed to point to.

She seemed to fall in and out of sleep, her eyes would twitch open at times until she fully fell asleep. He ran over, almost tripping.

"[name] Honey! Please- Will she be okay- I-" He began crying, holding his daughter's hand as they kept pushing the stretcher. The paramedics asked him questions but he didn't answer, not being able to hear anything as the rain started up again. He was pushed off, and his daughter was put into the ambulance. Where was his wife? He looked around, using both hands to wipe off the tears from his face.

He ran back to the house, no longer on fire. He was stopped by a police officer once again.

"Hey, you can't go in unless you're the owner of this house" The woman spoke, her hands on her hips.

"My wife! Is my wife okay? Is she in there!?-" He yelled, scared shitless now, he didn't know if [name] was gonna be okay, or if Sarah was okay. Before the cop could speak he ran past her, jumping over the fallen debris and climbing over the thick tree. Everything was covered in soot, debris, dust, or anything that came from a burnt house. He began to walk through the area, stepping into vomit, he cringed and quickly stepped away, walking into what was left of the hallway, into his daughter's room. Looking around.

"Sarah!? Honey, please... "He frantically spun his head around, his eyes landing on [name's] bag, he picked it up, opened it, and saw clothes. He grabbed another bag, stuffing any other pieces of clothing that were in the drawers but he didn't dare touch her undergarments drawer. He slung the two bags on his back. He ran into his and his wife's bedroom, some things were burned and the ceiling was crumbling by the second.

He repeated the process, hoping Sarah wouldn't mind him touching her undergarments and unneatly shoving them in her bag. He did the same for his clothes. He rushed out of the house again. Hoping to see Sarah with the paramedics.