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

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊 || 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗

TW: Uncomfy older man moment, suicide mention, [name] cannot catch a break😭🙏🏽

my fingers were tingling this morning from the amount of typing I do for this book and my school work.

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August 17, 2012

Friday 5:30 PM

"Cyril!" Winifred yelled, "Stop biting your erasers- I talked to you about this-" She spoke to her child, running her fingers through the blonde's dark hair. The house wasn't too quiet, there was always the 6-year-old Cyril running around, and the 12-year-old Evangeline bickering with her younger brother. Aunt Winifred explained to Cyril why eating erasers was bad, and [name] sat on the couch, watching them talk back and forth.

"But they taste good" He whines, a sad pout forming on his little face.

"No- they're not supposed to taste good- if you keep on eating them you will get constipated... Do you wanna be the kid that can't poop?" She raised an eyebrow, looking down at him.

[name] stood up from the couch, walking to the kitchen, looking in the cabinets for something to eat. There were a few snacks, some cookies, planters peanuts, rice cakes, and some other snacks. She decides to get a rice cake, closes the cabinet, and walks to her room. She sighed when she entered, sitting down at her desk putting the rice cake in her mouth, chewing on it, and swallowing. The rest of the day was boring when she woke up from her nap. Nothing much to do other than wait around while she got signed up for her next school.

Her phone began to vibrate, looking over at it, her dad's ID photo on the screen. [name] picks it. He had gone out earlier for... something with changing his residence and changing [names] school? She didn't pay attention.

"Hello?" She answers

"Hey, hun- are you doing anything right now?" The car beeped from the other line.

"No? Why?"

"Alright, would you want to go job hunting? I saw an ad for an antique store and an ice cream parlor... and there's a few other ones"

[name] thought for a second, and she nodded to herself "Yeah let me get ready, I'll wait out the front door"

"Alright I'll be there in 5"

The both of them said bye and hung up. [name] scratched her cast as she opened the drawer in her desk, grabbed her mascara and eyelash curler, and quickly fixed herself up, along with her hair.

It was already getting dark outside, it was different from Georgia, but the temperatures were still around the same. She was glad it wasn't as stifling over here.

She got knocked out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open and close, it was probably her uncle. [name] jumped up from her chair and went downstairs to greet him. She couldn't recall what he looked like, probably because she was a few months old when she met him. Only a few pictures of him were shown to [name]. When she went downstairs she saw him, a tan man, about 5 '8, with swarthy ginger hair, a square face, and dark green eyes. She tilted her head, surprised at the appearance, not expecting it. He looked over. "Hey? Who's this?" He smiled over at his wife.

"That's [name]!" Cyril points, answering for his mother. The man had a surprised look on his face.

"Holy- I haven't seen you since you were little- you look so different.." He studied her appearance. "You've grown." He had a wolfish grin on his face, walking over and hugging her. His hands were cold.

[name] smiled, hugging back. There was something off about him but she didn't worry too much. Maybe he's just tired and surprised. Then a car beeped outside. "Oh, that's my dad!-" She let go of him, but he gripped onto her shoulder.

"Oh let me go say hi to him." They then both walk out, he opens the front door for her, [name] whispers a thank you, and walks out, walking over to the passenger side of the truck, and getting in. She searched her pockets, trying to look for her phone.

'Shit I left it inside' She turned to her father, who was speaking quietly to her uncle. "Hey Dad I left my phone inside, I'm gonna go get it" He nodded, and she got out. She glanced over her shoulder as she walked. Both of the men didn't take their eyes off each other, a bit of a stern look on her dad's face. She would ask him about it later. When she entered the house, Aunt Winifred sat on the couch with Cyril, watching a movie. She made her way to her room, trying to find her phone, when she found it she picked it up and slid it into her pocket.