A Dance With The Devil (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Chapter 4

We walked in silence,the long school day had obviously taken its strain on both me and Zahara today. What made it worst was the total lack of stationary,books and text books which made working even harder for us not to mention Zahara nearly getting killed this morning. With all these factors working against us we had still managed to make it through the day now leaving us to walk in silence.

We obviously took the more busy route home, it might have been longer but it was most certainly safer. I looked at Zahara, her feet dragged against the pavement as she looked to the ground." What are we going to do?" She asked her voice cracking. I, myself didn't even know what we were going to do anymore but I did know exactly who and what was after us.

"I need to tell you something" I said sighing at the end. She looked at me with hope in her eyes. "Please don't think I'm crazy okay?" I asked her. Her look turned into one of confusion but she motioned me to continue. "You see when I first saw that symbol on the wall in the crack house I didn't recognize it but then I saw the guy that attacked you and I finally pieced it together..." I explained, she looked at me  she was interested in what I was saying she was hanging onto every word.

"Go on" she instructed me "Well when I saw that boy I realized what we were dealing with... now this might sound crazy but I think he's a creepypasta. I think his name is Ticci Toby I'm not 100 percent sure but maybe I ca-" Zahara stopped me, her facial expression hardened,she looked enraged. "Those stupid made up killers that live in the forest, seriously I put up with the fact that you would rather read about them then come chill with me but not right now (Y/n)! Can you stop being such a weirdo for once in your life and try being a good friend" she yelled. She pushed past me and walked in the opposite direction.

I looked at her kind of shocked, did she just call me a weirdo? Whatever the one thing about me is that I was a loner, so if friends would leave me I literally didn't give a flying fuck. I put my hands in my pockets and continued my walk home as fast as I could. When I finally got home I went straight to my room, I pulled my laptop out from it's place and switched it on. I clicked on the internet icon and typed in 'What to do when you're being hunted by a creepypasta?' The search came up empty.

I closed my laptop immediately after seeing I was helpless in my situation. I layed down on my bed and before I knew it I was out like a light. I woke up at about 10  in the evening, luckily it was friday so I didn't have to worry about school or Zahara. I got out of bed and went downstairs to the tv room and switched the tv on. The house was quiet because my parents were watching tv in their room,sky was at my aunts house for the weekend and Monique was by her boyfriend

When the tv turned on it was on the news with a breaking report. "Earlier today police were alerted to a murder of the student Zahara Moodly. She was found hacked to death in her room in the same fashion as the boys in cracks house with the same symbol on the wall. Her grandmother told the authorities that Zahara had come home from school as per usual but when she had gone to her room she had let out a scream. When her grandmother tried to get into her room the door was locked and thats when she called the police"

The rest was a blur, I could hear my blood pumping in my ears. My heart sped up to a point where I felt like it was going to come out of my chest. I turned the tv back off I couldn't bare looking at it anymore. I ran up the stairs back into my room and closed the door. I was hyperventilating now, I knew I was next, I knew it was the end. I slid down the wall covering my face with my hands,thinking...

If I was going to go out I was at least going to leave something amazing behind,or at least something people could remember me by. I slowly got up off the wall and walked over to my desk,my very messy desk and sat down in the chair. I picked up the pieces of paper full of my art and set it down neatly in the corner of the desk. I picked up a book,but not just any book it was my song book.

Yes it's true I secretly write songs in my spare time,my dad believed that I was destined to become a singer because hey I wasn't half bad. Honestly I think I sound like ass but during lunch Zahara would always force me to sing, she'd look at me as if I were made of bacon when ever I did agree to it... but now she's gone. I let out a sigh and opened the book onto a new page and started writing, my eyes began to get heavy. The only light I had was the lamp that illuminated the pages in front of me and then I felt it again,the sweet inbrace of sleep.

I heard the sound of foot steps in my room,but quickly dismissed them as my cat. Then I opened my eyes because hello ding dong I Don't Have A Cat! I lifted my head slowly off the desk sitting up straight in my seat, then I felt  a hand clamp onto my mouth. The hand pulled my head back forcing me to look up,it was him! The boy from the bathroom,Ticci Toby. He held a hatchet in his gloved hand while the other still held my mouth shut,this was it,the end.

I closed my eyes and waited for him to do the deed,and I waited and I waited but nothing. I looked back up at him raising my eyebrow,why hasn't he killed me yet? He was looking up at my book reading it,I put my leg up on the table covering my book with it. His gaze snapped back to me and I furrowed my eyebrows letting out a muffled hmm mmh!

He looked at me not moving except for when he twitched every now and then. It was hard to tell what he was thinking with all those things covering his face but he just looked at me. After what seemed like forever he moved my chair back enough so that my leg would fall off the table making my book and other things fall off with it.

He put his hatchet back in his belt then pulled out a knife. Was he going to make me suffer? I knew that my time was up but it was still something that scared me. He tugged on my white shirt, the one I apparently didn't bother taking off when I'd gotten home today. He then pulled it hard enough to make a few buttons fly off exposing my collarbone and a bit of my bra.

He lowered the knife and began carving into my skin, I flailing at the pain but he held me firm. My warm blood began to pour out onto my white shirt staining it red,I couldn't even scream because he had his hand on my mouth so I was helpless. Then he stopped and put the knife into his pocket. I was surprised, he walked around the chair so that he was standing right in front of me.

His hand still on my mouth he bent down and picked up my book slipping it into his pocket. He looked at me through his orange goggles then slowly took off his mouth guard exposing the lower part of his face. He bent down to my level putting his mouth near my ear then he whispered "You can scream now" with that he let go of me and ran to the window, he smashed the window and jumped out running into the night.

I just sat there, my heart was in my throat and my head was spinning. What the effing hell just happened,did he do this to Zahara too and she just didn't tell me? My bedroom door swung open, my father came running in with a gun in his hand. My mother came trotting in behind him.

They saw me sitting in the chair,covered in my own blood. They kept trying to ask me if I was okay and who did this but I didn't say a word. I physically couldn't speak. My mother looked at the wound I was just given, the colour drained from her face. "Why did the killer carve a T into your skin?"