Domesticated (Ticci Toby x Neko! Reader)

ლ Sixteen ლ

"Then, whose your father?" you question.

His smirk widens. "Well, that one's easy. I think you've heard of him. His name is Satan."

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Ah, fantastic. He's Satan's son. Well that just makes everything peachy. You move back, extending your legs and balancing yourself on the hardly packed ground. In all honesty: you were getting ready to run. He tilted his head. The minimal action caused his inky black hair to slip off his shoulders.

"Leaving so soon? I thought we had to do something for Slenderman." he plays, moving towards you.

A nervous chuckle escapes your lips and your eyes go wide. You looked about as brave as a scared puppy. Fuck. That. you think, silently praying for your waffle eating boyfriend to bust in and save you. 

Something only vaguely upon those lines happened.

The brunette tumbles out of the shrubs, sticking his arms out in front of himself to balance his body. His eyes flick to you and he lets out a shaky exhale, completely forgetting to acknowledge the pervert to the right of you.

"(First Name)...the...baby..." he pants, clearly out of breath from the long distance he no doubt ran.

Everything seems to stop for a moment. A pit of dread sends terrible shivers down every inch of your body. Beads of cold sweat begin to form on your forehead in correspondence to the ones pooling in your eyes.

"H-how?" your voice comes out as a meek crack. 

"I don't know...it happened really fast." he drops to his knees in front of you to be at your height. "But...they did take one more thing."

Your heart hammers in your chest. What could they possibly want? Sally?

"It was your collar."

Your blood runs cold and bile creeps up your throat. Your stomach churns and you feel as if you're going to be sick. There's only one person who would gain any sentimental value from such a meticulous trinket. Only one person whom you assumed was long gone. 

x Your P.O.V x

"Mommy? Daddy?" you chimed, clutching your stuffed bear to your chest. It was about 4 in the morning and you had gotten a terrible nightmare. It was about Daddy. 

You crept out to their bedroom and swung the door open.

Nothing.

You sighed. This was a usual occurrence with your parents. They'd usually disappear. But the disappearances weren't very mutual, they were mostly because of your Daddy. 

A loud voice is loud and hearty outside. It's saying naughty words, as your Mommy called them.

"Dammit Sue!" he yelled in his drunk voice. It was one you knew very well. 

"What did I do this time? I was just caring for our child!" she screamed. 

"NO, YOU WERE PAMPERING HER! HOW THE FUCK IS SHE GONNA LEARN HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HERSELF WITH YOU TREATING HER LIKE A LITTLE FUCKING PRINCESS!" you remember this argument well. And you have a good reason to. 

You could tell by this point Mommy was in tears. "Jackson..." her voice was quivering, "why don't you love us?"

Those were the words that set Daddy off.