Ticci Toby x Reader (TAKE TWO :D)

Chapter 4

You woke up on your bed, your arm wrapped in bandages. You sat up, and you heard sirens wailing. You looked outside your window. Outside, Toby was talking to policemen. You walked downstairs, the bodies of your parents gone. You walked outside, and listened to Toby's smooth, deep voice.

"I swear, a robber came into the house and killed her parents!" As you listened to him, your heart started beating quickly. You couldn't fall for his charm.. His looks.. He's so kind.. (Y/N)! Snap out of it! He's a murderer! A policeman saw you, walked over, and started questioning you. 

"So this man came in after hearing gunshots?"

"Yes."

"Alright. And your father shot you and killed your mother?"

"Yup."

"And this man is your boyfriend?" You stopped there. 

"Uh.. Y-yes.." you were stuttering.

"Alright. Come on, men. We'll leave these two alone."  You watched them climb in their cars and leave. Once they turned the corner, you stared at Toby. 

"What excuses did you use Toby??" you asked him, raising your voice.

"... That when I heard gunshots, I ran over and the door was kicked open, and your mother was on the ground, which is true except for the door already being kicked open... Anyway, a gunman shot your father after he shot you and your mother and I chased the robber out and the excuse for me knowing you was..." he paused, and you could swear his face started to look like a tomato. "Was that we were a thing..." he looked down, his shaggy brown hair covering part of his eyes. You blushed.

~TOBY'S POV~

Man... Maybe I should've used the "friend'' excuse... That was awkward. While I was looking down, I kept on thinking about (Y/N)... She's so funny, pretty, nice.. Aw, man Toby! What's wrong with you??? She hasn't killed a person in your life! She wouldn't fall for a murderer... Would she? I mean... No... Ugh. I need to ask her something. But when I looked up, she was gone. Already back inside, probably in her room.

~READER'S POV~

You couldn't stop thinking of the masked man who saved you from your horrible, drunken father. You lay down on your bed, face up. You grabbed one of your favorite horror books and started reading. Your door opened ever so slightly, and you could see Toby's face. You dragged your eyes away from him and started reading again. Toby walked in.

~TOBY'S POV~

I walked in. I wanted to tell her about Slenderman's options and my decision. I wanted to tell her my feelings for her. But... I just couldn't. 

"What do you want, Toby?" she asked me, still reading her book.

"I... Uh..." I started, and she sat up and patted the side of her bed, telling me to sit. "Well, you see... I..." A lightbulb lighted up inside my brain, but before I could talk, (Y/N) talked to me.

"I honestly want to know what's behind that mask and those goggles." she simply stated. I froze. Should I let her see what I was hiding behind my mask? I took off my goggles. But I let the mask stay there.

~READER'S POV~

Toby took off his goggles, and you saw a beautiful shade of brown in his soft eyes.

"And... Behind the mask?" you asked. Toby stared at you, a line of sweat trickling down the side of his head. 

"Promise you won't be scared?" he asked, and you nodded. He started to take off his mask, and paused. Then he took off his mask entirely. What you saw didn't scare you at all. His cheek was... Well... Nothing. You could see his teeth and gums. You edged closer to Toby.

"Why would I be scared?" you whispered, falling for him entirely. He smiled at you. He edged closer to you, and then you heard a bang on your window. You both looked at it, seeing a man with a mask with feminine features on it. 

"Damn it, Masky!" Toby muttered, and opened the window, making Masky nearly fall. "What do you want?"

"Mr. Bossman needs you. He's wondering why you hav-" and that's when Masky saw you. 

~MASKY'S POV~

I just stared at her, gawking from beneath my mask. I looked at Toby. "What the hell do you think you're doing with her???" I snapped at him.

"I'll explain on the way back. Masky, I swear..." Toby glared at me, and I glared back.