Bloody Butterflies In My Stomach (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Intruders

YN POV

I could feel the pounding headache before I even opened my eyes, the pain was practically unbearable. I lifted my hands up to my head and cradled it, feeling my boiling skin against my fingers. I still hadn't opened my eyes, but I could feel something cold against my body. I managed to open my eyes slightly to see a blurry image of a pale face accompanied by a blob of brown hair.

I shut my eyes closed as the bright light burned them, but the only light appeared to be coming from a small lamp on the other side of the room.

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the light, until I finally could begin to see clearly.

I looked up to see Toby's face, it was calm and seemed far less strained than it usually was.

I felt Toby's grip on me get slightly tighter as he seemed to pull me closer.

I felt my face heat up as he pulled me against his torso, his head resting atop mine.

I managed to get myself to relax as Toby gently held me, His cold body counteracting my warmth.

I could feel my face heating up even more as I heard my blood pump through my ears

"What is happening to me?"

"Why does everything feel so weird and tingly?"

"Why is my heart beating so fast if I'm so comfortable?"

Questions like these filled my mind as I looked back up to The brunette's face, seeing his face being completely calm and serene, my face heating up slightly as I looked at him.

"I must be getting sick..." I thought as I looked away from Toby's face.

I gently removed his arm as I crawled out of bed.

I sat on the edge, my feet dangling like I was a child, daring the monster beneath to grab me and drag me down as well.

I began to think of myself when I was younger. A small naive child, unaware of the dark and scary world just beyond her garden fence. I would sit on the swingset and talk to the wind, asking it to push me. I would always ask Lady Luck to be on my side, and would silently curse her if things did not go my way.

I was a dumb kid.

I thought that the world would actually give a fuck about what I wanted.

I think I got that through my head by the age of 9.

I began to hear those damned voices, like a hurricane of thoughts and writings of those who had long since passed shot themselves through my brain.

Their demented screams echoed in my skull as I laid on the ground screaming for help, "Please! Stop The Voices!" I would scream, hoping my voice would drown out theirs.

They sent me spiraling into insanity.

By age 13, I was already diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia, Anxiety, DID, Depression, Bipolar disorder, and a case of the crazies. I was called "Popper" at school, and eventually I dropped out at the age of 15.

I watched the future I had meticulously planned fall apart as I mixed Pills and alcohol. The pills and potions I had taken had changed the way I saw the world, It was now a blurry tango of colors and the feeling of vomit rising in my throat.

Then I met him;

I met Tommy.

Suddenly, a stone caught itself in my throat as The memory of his face came into my mind. A tall blonde with a tan face covered in freckles.