Reclusion (A Ticci Toby Fanfic)

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Toby makes a "cracking" sound that I think is located in his neck, but it sounds like it came from his shoulder. I can only tell that behind that mask, he didn't seem please to meet me. He did not move either, which can be a little scary if that's what he wants me to feel, to feel scared of his presence.

"I reckon that you heard that I would be coming to meet you today?" I ask bluntly, not showing him a smile.

He doesn't respond.

"I hope you know that I came here to help you if you need it."

No response.

As I thought, he won't talk to me even if his life depended on it. This really is a waste if all he is going to do is stand here and watch me.

I sit in the chair that is in the far left corner, making me a little further away from Toby. I don't want to force him to talk to me nor will I keep asking questions when I know there will not be an answer.

Then I thought, so this is the scary boy that woman was talking about? He doesn't even give off the "run away" feeling. I feel a little disappointed that I can't even find the fear that is locked inside me. I mean, I want to feel scared so I can feel intimated, but I guess it won't happen. Not unless... I strip him from his chains.

"Toby," I call his name. He cocks his head over to me. "If you want me to leave, I'll be glad to do so. We both know that I make you feel twitchy with just me being here." He turns his head to the door as if he hasn't found an answer yet. I stand up from the chair and call out his name again. He twitches as he turns his head towards me again.

Huh, well what do you know....

"Will you at least give me an answer to that question?"

This time, he responds. But not in a way I want him to, instead, he walks a little closer to me, but his chains pull him back once he took his tenth step. So the chains extend from the ground too; telling me that I almost got fooled for a moment.

He straightens his back and puts a hand on his mask. Slowly, he takes it off and exposes his pale complexion and his dark eyes. There were dark ovals under his eyes and I notice that his hair is short and brown. Maybe he's finally ready to answer.

"How strange," he laughs, "most people are only filled with answers but you are actually trying to attempt conversation with me." He starts laughing more.

Trying?

"So he can speak," I say.

His laughter stops and his wicked smile fades away. "What are you here for? Didn't you get the memo that no one can fix me?"

"I don't have to fix you if you don't want to, but if you just want to talk casually, I don't mind that." I didn't know weather I should smile or frown. Disappointment starts to fill my heart.

"Talk? To you?" His eyes scan my body up and down. "And what should we talk about, if I can ask?" He shows a look of disgust.

"Anything that won't offend you or give you the urge to kill me."

His smile returns, "you being here already sets the urge on fire." He folds his arms in his chest and fixes his gaze on the cell phone I have in my hands. "Really sets the urge on fire...."

"This isn't for you, this is for someone else."

"Ah, and you expect me to believe you? I don't think I believe that the only thing you came here for is for us to chat either. You're one of them, the ones who only wants to fix me." His smile turns into a bitter look. It's as if talking to me is going to make him throw up or he might want to snap at me. I couldn't really tell just by looking at his expression.