Where do i start? My name's Toby Rogers. People know me as Ticci Toby...because of my tics and twitches. My story began when my sister Lyra died in a car accident. She had fallen asleep at the wheel and we spun out of control...i was the lucky one, i lived. It should have been her who lived. It should have been. My dad had been too drunk to rush to the hospital before she died, i hate him for it. I hate him for everything. The way he treated her! The way he abused her and my mom! I'd always step in, so it was me instead of them. I can't feel pain anyways, so i was more than willing to. Since that day i would stay in my room. Only coming out to eat. My mother tried so hard to get me to do more. I appreciate her for what she tried doing, but it didnt work. I looked out my window one night and saw a tall, slender man, in a suit. He had no face and his arms were freakishly long. I then heard static in my head and i rolled out of my bed frantic. It stopped after a while and i looked out the window again. The man was gone.
A few days passed and the thoughts of killing my dad came to me more and more. The voices within my head would tell me to, and i eventually gave in and listened to them. I had walked downstairs. Seeing my dad asleep in his chair made me want to do it right then. I had grabbed a knife from the kitchen and walked up to him, i raised my arm to stab him but...right then...he woke up. "Toby?! W-what the hell?! Put that down right fucking now!!". I didn't listen to him. I wanted this for so long now. I wanted him to go to hell. No. I NEEDED him to go to hell. Then he wont hurt me, or my mother again.
My dad stood up and tried taking the knife from me. I pushed him back and sice he was too drunk he fell over like i wanted. Knocking over a lamp and breaking it. I heard footsteps upstairs and knew we had woke my mother up. I glared at him and my head twitched a couple times before i stabbed him in the chest. He lashed out at me as he screamed in agony, i pulled away just in time. I watched as he lay there, dying. A few moments later i heard a scream. I turned to see my mother covering her mouth with her hands. The commotion must have been heard by the neighbours because cop sirens could be heard now. I glanced at my dad once more before breaking for the garage. I grabbed my dads hatchets, a rusty old brown one, and a brand new orange one, gasoline and matches. I opened the garage door and booked it down the street. I could hear my mom screaming my name out the front door but i just kept going. I didnt look back.
As i ran down the street i let the gasoline pour out on the ground. Once it was empty i threw the container and lit the matches, throwing them onto the gasoline. The gasoline blew up into large flames. Almost burning me. I ran and looked around for an escape. The air filled with thick black smoke and i began choking on it. Beyond the flames i could hear the screams of the neighbours, fire trucks, cop cars, police dogs.
...Thats how Toby Rogers died. Thats how Ticci Toby, was born
Hey guys hope you enjoyed! I had a masky x toby fanfic on here before called 'masked love' but it was somehow lost and i had to make a new wattpad. This is the remade version of thaf story! <3
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