Ending Times (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Episode 1: "The Rapture"

 Flash Back 

Pit-Pat, Pit-Pat, Pit-Pat.

"M-Mommy? Da-Daddy, Mommy... Where are you?" The young girl whispered out, her (H/L), (H/C) slightly tangled from her nights sleep, which was rudely interrupted by a rather loud crash coming from where the Dining Room was located. Your rather small, four-year old frame was cloaked with your blanket which you had grabbed from your bed in a haste to investigate the sound. The sound of your foot-fall was softened, thanks only to the (F/C) slippers you wore on your feet. You visibly flinched as another, yet softer, thud came just from around the corner, which lead to the Dining Room.

While gripping the corner of the entry way, you peaked around, your (H/C) drifting into your vision slightly. You pried away a hand, swiping the hair back. You were merely able to stare at the sight in front of you, your pupils dilating from the sheer amount of fear that coursed through your veins. A soft gasp parted your mouth, said mouth now forming the shape of a small 'o'.
Your father was splayed across the dining room table, his glasses askew on his face. His (Y/H/C) hair, which was thinning slightly, and starting to creep back on his head slightly, showing his ripe, middle age stature, was coated in a thick layer of blood. The edge of the table was broken off, presumably from where his head had been bashed against it.

A woman, in a dark hued gown, was crouched down on the table, hovering over his body. Her spindly hands tore into the cavity of his chest over and over again, finally managing to tear a rib from his body, causing blood to splatter against the wall, coating the picture of a Mockingbird, which was perched on a fence post. You took a small step back, causing the boards underneath your feet to creek slightly. The woman's body twitched slightly before her head did an abrupt, yet complete 180 degrees turn, her face now visible to your sight. 'Mommy?!' You thought to yourself, now ducking behind the wall. Her (Y/E/C) glared around the room before she turned back to your father's fresh corpse, her hands plunging back into the cavity of his chest as she seemed to now attempt to pry his chest cavity open, burying her face into the gaping hole which she had created. Sounds of crunching and, very quiet, yet still audible slurping sound was able to drown out the sound of you dashing back up the stairs, taking a sharp turn, and basically falling into your room. You simply slammed the door shut and locked it, taking a leap onto your bed, the mattress causing you to spring up slightly. You curled yourself up in the blanket, muffled sobs escaping your mouth.

It had been a day since your young eyes had seen that, and you had seldom left your room. For once, your were grateful that your room connected to the bathroom that had haunted you in a few nightmares, your young mind always imagining dark creatures escaping from it. At times, when you could muster up the courage, you'd slowly pry open your door, yell out a frantic, "Daddy, come here!" before closing it shut again, hearing nothing from downstairs. You still laid curled up in your blankets, when you heard footfall trekking up the stairs. You then pulled your blanket over your head. You heard the soft rasping of knuckles against your door, as who ever it was, knocked. Hope flooded your thoughts as you lunged from the bed, unlocking, and throwing open the door, wrapping your arms around the tall, slender person's torso.

"D-Daddy! I was so scared! I-I had a bad dream wh-where mommy was eating y-you!" You stated while crying into their torso, getting their black dress pants rather wet. You felt a rather large hand with long, spiny digits pat the top of your head softly. This hand was much to large to belong to your father, but you paid no mind to that. Being four, and having no human contact within a rough two days, you were simply grateful for the contact, no matter who it was from. You felt the hand ruffle your slightly greasy locks, a gentle ghost of a sigh coming from the apparent stranger's mouth. You looked up, your (E/C) eyes shimmering slightly with tears. "W-Wait... You're not my daddy... Wh-who are you?" You asked, shrinking back slightly.

The tall, slender man looked down, his black shoes glimmering slightly with blood. His eyes were a rather strange shade of teal, his left eye being slightly darker than the other, as if it were made of glass, and his hair was as black as the night itself. His hair was parted to the right rather neatly, although it fell to the nape of his neck. He had a pale complexion, his skin seemed to be as white as the winter snow itself. He was dressed in black dress shoes, a matching black pair of dress pants, which were accompanied with a black jacket. Underneath the jacket was a white dress shirt, and the only object apparent on his body that held color, was a red tie, which seemed to be as red as the blood that had been smeared on your 'mothers' face. Black glasses adorned his face, causing a slight gleam is his left eye when the dim lighting caught it correctly. 

He bent down slightly, bending at the knees, stooping to your small stature. A smile formed on his rather emotionless face, revealing pearly white teeth that had been kept in rather good shape.
"My name is Samuel Slender, child, and you have no need to fear me, for you are not one of them. You may either address me as Samuel, or simply Mister Slender. And who might you be?" His voice was monotone throughout his talking, yet it took on a slightly lighter tone at the end.

"I-I'm.. I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N). It's nice to meet you, Mister Slender." You said, your fearful tone seemingly evaporating into the air, your tone now much more light, as if happy.
"Ah, such a lovely name. It is nice to meet you, Miss (Y/N). Would you like to accompany me? This is certainly no place for a child." He stated, using the palm of his hand to push his glasses up onto his nose. 

You nodded, your whole upper torso shaking slightly from the force of the nod. "Yes please, Mister Slender!" You almost exclaimed, a broad smile now forming on your face.
"Well, Miss (Y/N), let me find something for you to put your clothing in. Please, pack lightly, if you can." You nodded as he turned, walking out and down the stairs. You stayed put, hearing a bit of rummaging around before he returned, handing you a backpack to put your stuff in. You took the bag, and with a hop in your step, placed your (F/S/A) in your backpack, before cramming clothing down into the bag. You turned, smiling and slinging the backpack over your shoulder.

"Well, let's go Mister Slender!~" You sang out gleefully, the events that happened only two days before just a nightmare in your mind. He turned, scooping you up into his arms. "Put your face in my shoulder, and don't open your eyes until I say so. Think of it as a game, if you open your eyes, you loose, alright?" He asked, peering at you. "Okay, Mister Slender... This is a silly game, though." You stated, and with a slight pout, proceeded to do as he instructed you to do. He placed a hand over your head and walked down the stairs, passing the blood scene in the dining room, and exiting out the front entrance.

End Flash Back 

'That was fifteen years ago...' You think to yourself, glancing over to see that the camp fire had been put out. You let out a sigh, rising, using your hands to support yourself before stretching, flopping back down onto the ground. You let out a sigh, your breath fogging up slightly in the chilly night air as you stared up at the dawn sky. "It's gonna be another long winter.." You mutter to yourself, closing your eyes before rising once more, slithering from the sleeping bag, and standing up.