TICCI-TOBY x (READER) by imagineseven on Wattpad

Hello Monday Morning

You wake up, blinded by the sunlight pouring in through the window in Toby's room. You are still tired since you kept waking up throughout the night, compliments of your concussion. Oddly enough, you have very little trouble remembering where you are. You know that you are in the woods in a mansion full of sociopaths and killers, but more specifically you are in one of their bedrooms at this very moment, lying in their bed. It terrifies you and amazes you all at once. 

You hear snoring and look down at the floor where Toby is lying, curled up in a ball wearing just his boxers. Embarrassed that you are staring, you turn away quickly, reaching your hand to your cheek as it flushes red. Even so, you can't resist glancing back over at him. He actually looks pretty peaceful and you must admit that you find him to be remotely attractive. But you're confident that you will never have the courage to tell him that.

One thing you find unsettling is all of the self-mutilation on his legs and arms, and the deep purple bruises that have formed as a result of being pummeled with hail last night. In the light of day you can see that his skin has more of a pale gray tone than what you had previously thought. And damn, he's skinny. His ribs are pushed against his skin tightly. It's actually a pretty sad sight.

He rolls over in his sleep, smacking his arm against the wall, resulting in a loud *THUD*. You wince, imagining how much that must've hurt. Toby jumps up, startled by the noise.

"Are you okay (y/n)" Toby asks, panic apparent in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. What about you? You smacked the wall pretty hard" you say, worried about him.

"I... I'm fine. I uh, I can't actually feel pain... so I-I'm alright" he replies shyly.

"Are you just saying that so I won't worry about you" you ask, grinning in amusement.

"O-of course not. I don't... have any reason to lie to you."

At this moment, the door to Toby's room opens abruptly and an odd looking girl with scars on her cheeks and a clock where her eye should be steps into the room.

"Toby! Toby I was so worried about you! I heard you went out in that nasty storm last night to chase some idiot away from the mansion! I didn't hear anything else, and then when Slendy went out looking for you I got so worried" she exclaims, then runs over to Toby, who is still sitting on the ground, and hugs him tightly.

"I-I'm fine Clockwork. Y-you don't... have to worry... about m-me" he answers, pushing her away.

"Oh my gosh! Look at all these bruises! Baby are you sure you're okay" she asks, caressing Toby's arm.

"I-I'm fine, just leave... me alone. I n-need to get dr-dressed so get out" Toby answers, disgust painted on his face.

"I can help you sweetheart" the girl Toby addressed as Clockwork offers in a sing song voice.

"Clock... I think I c-can manage to get... dressed o-on my  own. St-stop being so clingy... we... we aren't d-dating anymore. Please... g-give me space" Toby says, standing up and pushing the girl towards the door. 

Clockwork happens to glance over and she sees you in Toby's bed.

"WHO THE HELL IS SHE? TOBY WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME FOR HER" she screams, angry and irritated. 

Toby ignores her and pushes her into the hallway, closing his bedroom door and locking it so she can't get back in.

Meanwhile, Clockwork pounds on the door, demanding that Toby let her back in while screaming all sorts of obscenities to describe you.

Toby rolls his eyes and walks over to his chest of drawers and pulls some boxers and socks out of one drawer, then a white t-shirt and gray jeans out of another. "Don't m-mind her (y/n). She's j-just my overly obsessed ex. Sh-she'll get tired and... go get breakfast soon. Now, if you'll e-excuse me, I'm... gonna g-get dressed" he says, then opens a door within his room that leads to a co-joining bathroom.

You wait for him to finish, but grow impatient, so you try to get out of bed on your own. At first it seems to be working, until you get a sudden rush of nausea and dizziness, which causes you to collapse onto the hard wooden floor of the room.

Toby rushes out of the bathroom, yelling your name. "Are y-you okay? Where are you? (y/n), (y/n)! Where are you" he asks, frenetic. 

"I'm over here" you offer, trying to stand up. 

Toby runs over to the far side of his bed where you're laying on the ground and picks you up effortlessly, then sets you on the edge of his bed. "What w-were you thinking? Are... are you alright" he inquires, worry painted on his pale face.

You manage a weak smile. "I guess I wasn't thinking. And yeah I'm alright. Just a little shaken up. And hungry."

Toby sighs in relief. "W-well that's good. N-not that you're hungry! No! But uh... b-but that you're okay. I-I can get you some breakfast, or y-you can come get some... with me. But you pr-probably want to change first huh?"

You nod. "I would love to, but I don't have anything to change into" you reply, looking down at the floor in shame.

"Y-you can borrow s-some of my clothes. They might be t-too big... but if that's okay w-with you then... you're welcome to... w-wear them" Toby offers, blushing slightly. 

You accept his offer then, with his assistance, select some clothes to wear. He waits for you to change just outside of the bathroom door in case you fall again. You can't help but smile since you've never felt so loved or protected. And honestly you have to admit that he is sorta cute. But you pass that off as a pointless infatuation and quickly finish getting changed, then exit the bathroom.

"So, how do I look" you inquire in a cliche voice.

Toby grins. "L-like a moron. I-I'm kidding. Y-you look fine."

It's your turn to blush now. "Well, thank you" you say, smiling. 

"O-of course. It sounds like Clock l-left... so we really should... get down to the k-kitchen soon. It's M-Monday morning... so Slendy's making p-pancakes on a first come first served basis... and EJ and Jeff are l-likely to... eat all of them if we d-don't get going. S-so shall we" Toby asks, offering his arm for you to hold so it's easier to walk.

You take his arm and reply briskly "Let's."

~ END PART FOUR ~