Ticci Toby x Reader

First Encounters

Okay so before I start I have to say, thank you Pasta1Jen and HiddenInPlainSight1 for helping me write the story. They're two of my closest friends, they are the best people in the universe any way enjoy!

Your POV

                            My eyes widened as I realized what I was doing, tears ran down my face as I stared down at the sharp black axe I had in my gloved hands. Blood ran down the blade and covered my clothing, hands, and parts of my face. I released my grip on the handle slowly then dropped to my knees, I screamed out in agony, "Why! Why did I kill them all?" I slammed my head against the hard gravel causing new blood to run down my face. I reached up to touch the new cut on my head then brought my hand down to eye level, my scared eyes widened slightly at the blood. I closed my eyes then began to cry loudly, my eyes hurt and my throat began to dry up. As I began to calm down I gasped for air trying not to let anymore tears fall, I stood up slowly. I turned around to see the death masterpiece I had finished, my small town was in flames. I know no one will come for another hour, my town was especially far away from any others. We seemed to be out in the middle of nowhere. I wiped my eyes with my grey blood stained gloves and watched as my town burned to the ground, bodies were littered everywhere. 'How could I do all of this?' I questioned myself before something inside me snapped. Fear rushed through me as I thought up billions of questions, 'How am I supposed to get away with this?' 'What am I supposed to do now?' my head began to hurt from my thoughts, I looked past the corn fields at what seemed like endless forest. I picked up my hatchet without thinking and ran towards the forest, my adrenaline pumped with each step I took. My breathing began to get heavier and I began to get tired since the forest was a good distance away, I pushed myself until I couldn't anymore. Before I could slow down however I tripped over a fallen corn stalk, I tumbled to the ground dropping my hatchet, breathing as though I hadn't in hours. I groaned as my whole side hurt from the impact, I stood up slowly, wiping my hands on my bloody jeans. I slowly took a step then gripped my side as pain shoot through it. I bit my lip trying to ignore the pain as I reached down and grabbed my hatchet from the ground. I held my side still with my free hand while I let my other hand dangle at my side. I flinched as I put weight on the injured side of my body, I slowly continued my journey to the forest. I gasped as I began to hear sirens, forgetting all about my pain I sprinted into the dark forest. Stepping into the forest I stumbled behind a thick tree stump, I watched as police, ambulance, and fire trucks came. My body shook with the fear that they would find me, I was a whole cornfield away though and I doubted they would see me. I watched with wide eyes as they put out fires and dragged away bodies in body bags, tears began to stream down my face yet I never made a noise. It was to far to hear any words, so all I heard was the sirens and jumbled shouts. I wiped my now puffy (E/C) eyes, then wiped my running nose. I took a deep breath then began to retreat into the woods trying not to be seen by the outside world, I walked until my side was in to much pain so I slowly slid down a tree's stump. I hissed as the bark scraped against my side, then sighed in relief as I sat down on comfortable moss. I closed my eyes as I took in big breaths of air, I began to hum a tune to calm me down. The hum turned into a full song that ended with, "I'm sorry I killed them all." I sighed then rested on my good side and used my arm for a pillow, I began to pick off the now dry blood on my hatchet. My eyes slowly closed as I kept singing the song over and over again. "I wish I was perfect. Oh, I wish I was better than most. But, my mind won't let me sleep at night, visions that wake the dead, always seem to play inside my head. Oh, I wish I as perfect, yet I am not. I'm sorry I wish I could rewind the time, but no. Ohh, I'm broken inside. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I killed them all."  Each time I sang the song I would experiment and try different rhythms to make it sound better. Soon I fell into a deep sleep.

                   My eyes shot open as I heard loud blood curtailing screams, I watched myself laugh insanely as I swung my hatchet on my mothers neck, her decapitated head rolled across the floor, fear frozen on her face. I then watched myself light the place on fire. I awoke to myself screaming, my body covered in sweat. I sighed and took deep breaths trying to calm down, I stood up knowing I wouldn't get much more sleep. I looked up past the tree branches at the sky and saw millions of stars, and right above me was the little dipper. I smiled forgetting all about my dream, I climbed up the tree I was sleeping under and settled on a thick branch near the top. I watched the stars breathing slowly, I smiled as I traced the stars with my fingers. Finally I got down from the branch as I realized I had to go deeper into the forest, I slowly climbed back down and grabbed the black hatchet on the ground. I squinted into the darkness so my eyes would adjust, as they did I continued walking into the lush growth. My body stopped moving and I froze as I heard a man's deep and sexy voice behind me say, "You s-should drop t-that weapon." almost immediately I unintentionally dropped my hatchet. I began to shake violently as large hands grabbed my sides, I yelped as the man squeezed my pained side. As he let go of my sides I whipped my body around only to be met by darkness, my fear began to grow as I felt a hand brush my butt. I continued to turn around quickly as I kept feeling a hand brush against places on my body I wasn't watching. Soon I was getting sick of it, I reached down and picked up my hatchet. With gritted teeth I yelled out, "Come face me you coward!" All I got in reply was stuttering laughter. I got more and more angry as this man laughed at me, I began to show my canine teeth in an attempt to show I was being dominate. Suddenly arms wrapped around me from behind, I swung my hatchet behind me at the man. As I swung, my hatchet was hit back head on by another weapon. My hatchet flew out of my hands because of the impact, I shivered as I felt hot breath on my ear. I went to punch the mysterious person but he grabbed my hands and shoved them down to my hips. I struggled around in his arms for a bit before calming down and using my brain. I looked at his arms and hands, I saw his hands were covered in dirty bandages and his arms were covered by the long sleeves of a stripped tan sweatshirt. I began to examine the situation, his arms were wrapped around me and gripped both of my hands so he was out of arms. I quickly twisted my body around so I was face to face with the man, as I did so I managed to rip my hands free. He had fluffy brown hair and bright orange goggles covering his eye color, a smirk placed on his face. A loose piece of fabric hung on his neck, the black fabric had weird metal bars attached to it. I went to push away from him but he wrapped his arms around me once more, I continued to push against his chest yelling at him, "Let go of me!" he just continued to smirk at me, as I struggled in his arms I took notice of his bones cracking every now and then. As I heard sirens my eyes widened and I stopped struggling, I looked up at the man his smirk replaced with a frown filled with fear as he whispered in that deep and smooth voice, "Oh shit."

TO BE CONTINUED!