"Uhh, its (First Name)." you reply timidly.
His eyes widen indicating his smile under the fabric. He sticks a hand out towards you and you shyly accept. Then, you two walk into the mansion, trailing after the lamppost-of-a-man Slender.
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When you walk into the building, you see another faceless being fussing over a male with raven hair. You glance at Toby to ask if he knows him but he looks just as perplexed as you do.
"Slender, w-ho's that?" he asks.
"Ah. He must be the new proxy Offender mentioned." as soon as Slender finishes, said male turns his head towards you. As you meet his gaze, Toby mutters something under his breath that you can barley make out.
"If Off-ender picked h-im he's no goo-d."
You take in his features, not wanting to miss out on the unique appearance of the killers. He has pale skin; it's almost to the point where he looks like a ghost. The small presence of color is his blood red eyes but the ray of pigment is quickly snuffed out by his darkened attire and black bangs. He takes on a cocky smirk and chuckles.
"Who's this~?" he asks. A slight blush covers your face and he is a walks towards you. "Name's Ironic, what's yours?" he purrs.
"Erhm...(First Name)." you reply. You can see Toby glaring at Ironic out of the corner of your eye. The ravenette only chuckles, snapping you out of your daze.
"(First Name), eh? How lovely." he replies.
"I have to show (First Name) to their room you two." Slender says, lightly grabbing your wrist with his tendril. You nod, not wanting to be part of the awkward tension whatsoever. An impression of a smile crosses his face and he leads you upstairs.
"Thank you, Sir." you say gratefully.
"It's no problem child. And really there's no need for the formalities." he responds in a giddy tone. It's funny how a faceless man can show happiness. In fact, perfectly 'normal' people are always prancing around talking about how life sucks. Yet here is this entity, made to kill, who can convey more pure emotions than a regular human. And without a face! The thought makes you chuckle under your breath but it's soon turned into an apology when you make contact with Slender. Or rather, the back of Slender.
"I'm so sorry, Sir!" you say, bending your upper half in a bow. A hearty laugh erupts from the entity's throat and, somehow, makes it into the air.
"Again, we all make mistakes, (First Name). We're only human. Wait -scratch that- we're only monsters." he says, laughing at his own joke. You laugh at it too. It's one of those so-corny-it's-funny kind of jokes. He reminds you of what a father would be like. Your best point of reference being old sitcoms, of course.
"Thank you Si-, Slender." you say, catching yourself. He 'smiles' and opens the door to your room. With all the talking, you hadn't even noticed you'd made it. You cautiously take a step into the bedroom and your jaw almost hits the (Favorite Color) carpet. There's a queen sized bed in the middle of the medium-sized room with plain white sheets draped over it. A cherry wood dresser sits tucked into the corner with a black rimmed mirror on the wall above it. Slender has already brought your duffel bag into the room, apparently. But when you go to unzip it you find it empty.
"I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of unpacking your things for you." he explains. You nod but blush a little when you realize he must've seen your underwear. "There are some things I couldn't find a place for. I just put those on the top of the dresser."
You look up and, sure enough, a cluster of nick-knacks litters the top of the mahogany closet. One of them catches your eye immediately. It's golden bell glints in the harsh lighting of the enclosed room and the (Favorite Color) leather collar drags behind it. In one swift movement, you snatch it up and shove it into you pocket having no desire for it to be exposed to the light of day.
"I'll take care of it. Thank you, Slender." you say, cringing at the flatness of your voice. The faceless entity nods and teleports out of the room, leaving the repellent sound of static lingering in your ears. You let out the breath you didn't realize you've been holding and flop down on your bed. The events of the day dance across your mind and, without even realizing it, you fumble with the collar. It's developed into some kind of 'stress ball' for you. Which is rather ironic because the person who gave it to you started all your problems in the first place.
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