Trapped In The Basement ×Ticci-Toby X Reader× {SLOWER UPDATES}

×} Two {×

• Last Time •

The basement door lock clicked, and the door slid open.
A figure's shadow pooling down the stairs.

× This Time ×

Chapter Two:
Begin

(Y/N)
Trapped

You quickly hid under your thin sheets,
wanting to avoid the witch and have her shackle you up again.
Your lightly ran your fingers against the scabs, cuts, and bruises on your wrists
and stared at the shadow descended down the stairs towards the bottom.

The heavy tap of boots only made your fear and panic worsen.
She didn't normally like to wear manly apparel.

You squeezed your eyes shut and threw the sheets over your head and laid as still as possible.
Still holding onto the hope that the sheets atop you would protect you
from the,
monster,
coming down the stairs.

Ticci-Toby
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Toby slowly made his way, hating the way the sound of his boots tapping against the stone steps of the stairs
echoed off the walls.
Making them seem louder than they actually were.

Once he reached the bottom step, he found a large empty basement for him to explore.

He began to shuffle around, his boot bumping into something and it set off a sort of jingle as it slid across the rough stone floor.
Toby looked down,
and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Chains?

He picked them up and looked around.
A small squeak caught his attention and he looked over towards a shaking lump,
of what appeared to be,
a person covered in thin sheet huddled in the corner.

Toby furrowed her eyebrows and dropped the chains to the ground, and a quite yelp sounded from the small figure.

He approached the figure, his hatchets lightly taps his legs,
reminding him he kills,
and he should just swing his hatchet down on the obliviously alive thing.

Toby reached over with a gloved hand and grabbed some of the cloth in between his fingers and ripped the cloth away and behind him.

A small, boney female began to cry as her protection was ripped away from her.
Her skin was riddled with cuts and bruises. Dried blood stuck onto her skin above her top lip.

An oversized shirt his her lanky body down to her hips, and torn black leggings barley his her skin.
Toby paused in disbelief, at this undernourished female.

The female buried her face into her knees, (seemingly) hiding her wrists to the best of her abilities.
Toby hesitated for a moment, he removed one hatchet from his side and clutched it firmly in his left hand.

He raised it slightly, the female still curled up and turned her faced away from him.
He sighed and slid the old hatchet back into its place and kneeled down beside the female.
Slender didn't have to know quite yet.