Tim and his laptop had became best friends, he had also discovered he did things without realizing it.
Like chewing on his pen or shirt, or tapping his fingers on his key board.
The little things that he took note of.
There had also been a strange, disgusting smell he just couldn't lay his finger on. At first he believed it was himself but could deal with it for a time, but then the smell got stronger and he wondered if he left food out or something.
It had been forever since he'd use his fridge and had forgotten what it contained, anything could be in their spoiled.
He walked to his kitchen but froze when he suddenly stepped in something wet.. Sticky and warm..
He bent down to reveal a deep, almost brown coloration of a thick liquid, and the smell.. The familiar metallic scent.
Blood.
And lots of it.
He followed the trail to his fridge, the smell was even stronger.
He had seen many horrors movies, his safest bet was to just leave the kitchen, spray some Fabreeze and order take out, never open the fridge.
So he did just that.
Curiosity wouldn't get the best of him.
Not today motherfuckers.
He was just sitting down to enjoy his Chinese food in his squashy armchair when he heard a whoosh and a thud.
Something was thrown in his house.
And he didn't throw it.
Against his better judgement, he turned his head to look and dropped his General Tos Chicken on the spot, gagging reflexes took over.
It was a head.
A human head.
It barely had skin, and what skin it did have was a Palish white.
Strands of dark hair hung loosely. The jaw was broken, hanging open, the skin between lips torn wide.
One eye was missing, torn out of the socket, the other was hanging closely by veins and muscle.
Luckily he hadn't eaten yet so their was only a whole bunch of dry heaving.
tic crack crack tic tic.
The sounds of bones cracking.
He spun around fast and was half surprised to see him.
Toby was back.
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He was no longer in restraints.
Or a night gown.
He was now decked out in blue ripped jeans, and a pale blue blood stained T-shirt.
Two axes were hanging in his belt loops, ready to be whipped out and rain death upon anyone whom he chooses.
His mouth guard was no longer on, he wore a Cheshire grin, the hole in his mouth quiver with every quirk of his mouth.
Tim made no sudden movements, sitting back in his armchair, clutching his chair arms, this time he had no control.
Toby was loose and armed.
He was breathing hard, his breath ragged as his hazel eyes almost looked past him, yet stayed glued firm on Tim.
The silence was devastatingly tense.
Toby let out small giggles and little sobs every now and then.
Tim dared to even breath.
Toby eyed his chest, watching the slow rise and fall, the simple movement sending his mind in an ease, a sweet but blissful memory of life before.
He closed his eyes, giving a toothy smile, as he swayed to and fro, humming off key.
But when the squeak of the floor boards followed by fast thumping he snapped his eyes back open.
The hunt had began.
Tim had taken no less then 20 steps before Toby tackled him, wrestling him to the ground.
The restless younger looked extremely frail but looks failed in this case.
Both of Tim's arms were pinned to his sides in a matter of seconds.
For a moment they locked eyes, Tims swam with fear but also a slight scolding nature.
It took Toby aback.
"Cmon man my shoulder just healed up."
Toby's head leaned to the side as Tim managed to push him off.
Timothy ran through the hallway making it to his bathroom, slamming it in Toby's face and locking it.
Toby let out a loud animalistic groan.
"Stop trying to kill me!"
A growl followed by a neck crack.
It took over 4 hours, but eventually Toby stopped hovering over the door. He heard the footsteps leading away from the door towards his kitchen followed by a lot of banging.
Very slowly, Tim opened the door, praying to whoever was above that the damn floorboards wouldn't creak along with the door.
Tim stealthily made it down the hall peeking into the kitchen.
Toby was throwing around stuff, pots were banging around and open food all over the floor.
He was pouring fruit loops in his mouth not really caring where they were going, some slipping out through his open scar.
He was off guard, perfect.
Tim eyed a knife on the floor and used his foot to pull it over before grabbing it up, tensing himself to get ready for a fight.
Toby was completely oblivious as Tim approached him ever so slowly.
Annnnnd... Tim kicked a pot.
DAMMIT! FUCK! SHIT! MOTHERFUC-
Tim slurred profanity filled thoughts were interrupted by Toby slamming him into the side of the counter.
The impact that hit his head on the way down hurt like hell. He dropped the knife, his hands going to his head, hissing in pain.
Toby grabbed the knife, his body over Tims. Tim, sitting up trapped against the counter, awkwardly sitting because of being tall. Toby on his lap, pinning him down.
Tim knew if he tried hard enough he could push fear itself off his lap but the problem was the weapon advantage Rodgers had.
Toby looked extremely pleased with the seating arrangement.
For a few quick moments it was just the sound of heavy breathing.
Then, (this had been the calmest thing Tim had ever seen the killer do) Toby grabbed his hand, tracing the edged knife over his skin.
He had a crooked smirk on his pale face as he kept focused on what he was doing.
Tim only winced when Toby would press to hard and draw blood. Toby snatched the small amount of blood collect into his palm, pressing on it further as the elder hissed, biting his lip.
Head still tilted down, Toby's eyes darted up to Tims face. Their eyes locked for a moment before, without warning, Toby plunged the knife towards Tim's chest.
The shock made Tim jump bad, startled at the sudden brute action.
Luckily Toby stopped a centimeter from his chest, the knife an inhale away from poking him.
The younger now in a fit of giggles.
Timothy's chest heaved, his heart trying to jump out of his throat. Mind pounding to match the beat.
Toby leaned his head down so his ear pressed to Tim's chest.
Satisfied with the noise as he settled down like they were dating and he could just cuddle up and use his body as a bed.
But Tim wouldn't argue.
