One Shots {Seme Male Reader} [DISCONTINUED]

Ticci Toby; Father Figure {Part Two}

Things seemed to go downhill at a fast pace.

After Toby 'died' you tried keeping touch with Connie but she grew cold, pushing you away.
You scraped up some money you were saving and rented an apartment, trying to get your life back together..

That wasn't going so well.

You got fired from work because your boss said you couldn't focus, but I mean, you watched a kid burn in a fire against your will.

Yeah, I wouldn't be able to focus either.

You looked around in newspapers, looking for different job opportunities.
You eventually found a restaurant you could be a waiter in, immediately choosing that one, knowing that if you didn't, you'd be on the side of the road.

You ran a hand through your hair, walking in your apartment and shrugged off your jacket, slipping your shoes off and sat down on the couch, grabbing the remote and flicked on the news.

"Another murder has occurred in {location}, this time more brutal. Tune in at 10 pm for more information on this crazed, hatchet wielding murderer."

"Another murder, huh?" You said in your deep voice, dryly chuckling to yourself. "People need to learn not to piss off the crazy." You groaned.

Time seemed to make you into an asshole.

You stood, cracking your back and wandered into your room, changing into a soft {color} t shirt and sweat pants, walking back out to the kitchen and looked through the cabinets and fridge.

"Guess I'm going shopping tomorrow.." you mumbled to yourself, pulling your phone out and dialed the pizzeria a block away and ordered a {topping} pizza.

Going back to the living room, you checked the time on your phone.
'9:45' it read.
You turned off your phone, watching the news a bit more until a ringing of the doorbell snapped you out of your peaceful trance.

Getting up, you walked over to the door, opening it to see a girl at the door, no older than twenty.
"Hello sir!" She said cheerfully, her blond hair pulled into a ponytail and freckles littered across her cheeks.

"How much is it?" You asked, scratching the stubble on your chin as you pulled your wallet out of your pocket.

"18. 53." She said, patiently waiting for the money.
You took out a twenty dollar bill, handing it to her. "Keep the change." You said, taking the pizza boxes.

"Alright sir. I hope you have a marvelous night." She said, tipping her hat at you and turned around, walking back to her car.

You closed the door, not feeling the creepy aura and locked the door, setting the pizza on the coffee table, taking a slice and leaned back on the couch.

You took a bite from the price of food, staring blankly at the TV screen as it showed a familiar news reporter doing a case on the most popular murders going around.

'The suspect appears to have brown hair, pale skin and wears a dirty jacket. He's about 5'9 and has a skinny frame. If you see someone that matches this profile, contact the police immediately. That's all for now. Back to you, John.'

After that, it switched to a man talking about the weather and traffic.

Getting bored, you finished the pizza, putting the rest away and stood up.
The silence seemed to grow louder and louder, the ringing filling your ears.

Pausing, you listened closely, your eyes widening when a few cracks could be heard down the hall.

Then it clicked in your mind.

The description on the news, the weird feeling you had alone, and the twitching you were hearing coming closer and closer.

Toby wasn't dead. And now he was in your house.

You turned around, only to be greeted by a hatchet swinging near your face.
Moving out of the way in time, he still managed to scrape the blade across your arm, peeling off a layer of skin.

You reached over to the counter, trying he I find something to defend yourself. Toby ran at you, colliding against your chest and knocked you to the floor, his hatchet raised over his head, ready to come back down.

You managed to grab a hold of something, gripping the wooden handle tightly and swung it against the side of Toby's head.

A loud 'thunk' was heard and Toby fell on his side, blood leaking down the fresh wound on the side of his head.

You dropped the meat tenderizer, which had drops of Crimson blood leaking down it.

You moved closer to the boy, lifting him up. "Oh Toby.." you whispered, standing up and lifted him in the air, carrying him close to your chest.

"Why did you resort to this?" You asked, not expecting and answer as you carried him to the bathroom, going to fix up the wound.

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Toby groaned, waking up slowly and sat up, rubbing his head. He pulled his hand away after feeling cloth against the side of his head.
"The hell..?" He muttered, only to snap his head in the direction of the door when it opened.

"So you survived the fire." You spoke, walking up to the end of the bed after closing the door.
Toby furrowed his eyebrows.
"Who are y-you?" He asked, twitching every now and again.

"I'm ___. Don't you remember?" You asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Toby thought for a moment, remembering faint voices and smiles.
"I think I-I might..." Toby grew quiet, straining himself to try and remember the man in front of him.

"O-oh fuck." Toby finally felt the memories flooding back in his mind.
"I-I'm so sorry.." he said, starting to tear up at the thought that he could have killed you.

A smile grew on your usual angered face. "It's alright." You said, grabbing Toby's shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

Toby only pulled away from the hug. "Don't baby me." He said, earning a look of confusion from you.

"What do you mean by that?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.
"You treat me like I'm your son. I don't like it." He said. "I want you to treat me like a..a..lover." Toby said, confessing to what he wanted to be all along.

Your eyes widened before you smiled. "I guess we could give it a shot."

And then you pressed your lips against his.

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