Ticking with Love (Ticci-Toby x reader)

Ch. 66

    After Slenderman told the creepypastas the story- me joining in at some parts- everyone started to freak out. Especially Toby.
   "W-what I can't b-believe it!" Toby screeches and grabs hold of me. "W-We must f-find her!"
    I give a gentle smile and nod without showing any panic in my face,"We will Toby. We will."

Y/n's POV

    "We're here!" The Puppeteer shouts as he steps onto an old cobblestone patio. Looking up I saw a broken down, wooden mansion. Of course it looked eerie, so did the grass surrounding it.
   The grass was dying and everything seemed to have a gray tint to it. The windows were also barricaded and broken as well.
   "What the hell?" I mutter under my breath, glancing at the crazed teenager that stood next to me.
   "Hmm?" He tilts his head and smiles- his sharp, glowing, toothy smile appeared once again at me. "Nothing...Cheshire Cat." I cross my arms and sigh, facing away from him. "Hey, I like that nickname." He breaths out, making me take a little step away from him.
    "Let's just go." I say as I start walking to the bone-chilling mansion. I hear him chuckle and walk behind me, matching his steps with mine. Turning around to look at him, I saw that he wasn't there.
   "Puppet?" I turned back and jumped as I saw the door of the mansion open. Stepping in, I cautiously make my way to one end of the room. "Hey Puppet! Where'd you go?" I shout in the house.
     The room had regal red wallpaper that was peeling off the walls and some string on the floor. There was a dark wooden drawer with scissors laying on it and some black felt. The floor was just some normal- should I include cracking- wooden planks.
    "I'm right here." A voice said, appearing to come from behind me. I look behind me at the door and see him closing it, grinning at me. I roll my eyes and wait for him to lead me to his other 'puppets'- I refer to them as other humans he hunted down and kidnapped.
    He grabs my arm and walks us up a metal spiral staircase in the top left corner of the room. "It'll be a long walk until we get to their room." He says, casually laying his arm across my shoulder.
    "Hey Puppet?" I ask, looking up at him since he was about 4 inches taller than me. "Hmm?" He looks down, eyes glowing. "Did you make your own clothes?" I look down and remember the familiar black cloth on the drawer. "Yes I did." He says calmly, taking his arm off me and shoving it in his jean pocket. "I'm glad someone's noticed."
    Maybe he's not that bad after all. No y/n you can't think that. He's a mental weirdo with wacky glowing eyes.
  "Ok were here!" He chirps and pulls out an oddly shaped key from his pocket. Unlocking it, he opens the door and immediately, this cold air blows out.  
    I see 3 people that are awake- in bad shape and a sleeping person on a worn out bed. "Puppet what the heck?! You need to let them eat and drink! And let them get some fresh air!" I shout as I run over to a little boy who looked pretty skinny and weak.
    Digging through my pockets, I found a bag of goldfish and gave it to the little boy. "Eat this." I said and walked over to the next person in need. I grab my sandwich I didn't eat and handed it over, opening the ziplock bag. The guy with blonde hair and worn out blue eyes looked at me and didn't do anything or speak.
   Gosh Puppet. You can't just starve them. No wonder your other people died.
   I went up to another guy- he looked 16- and gave him a bag of old Doritos. Better than nothing, right? I looked at him and smiled. Standing up, I began walking over to the guy on the bed. He looked as if he was knocked out or something.
    "Hey Puppet, what did you do to him?" I asked, pointing at the unconscious teenager. "Oh you see, I got him right before I went into your house. I can't believe he's still knocked out though." The Puppeteer looks at the teenager with a disgusted face.
     "I don't think I have anything else for him to eat but I'll look for something later." I step closer to the now strikingly familiar person. "Wait a second..." My heart sinks.
 

   "Mark?!"

(My dear children I'm so sorry for all the cliffhangers! I just really love them and when I don't want to write one, I write one! I guess I'm the author of cliffhangers now... sorry ahahah.)