Ticci Toby x Reader

Chapter 15

When we showed up to the house I was a little surprised. I looked like a house I'd seen before I was taken in by the creepypasta. It was kinda hard to remember things from before for some reason. Slender said that they would slowly start coming back to me. I climbed out of the car and went inside. I walked up the stairs and looked at the 4 different rooms that we had. I saw one that just clicked with me. It was in the back and it was (F/C). I walked in and looked around. It was a good sized room with a big closet. There were some boxes I figured they were just things the last family that lived here had left. 

I put my bags down and everyone walked into the room and looked at me, "is this the room you choose?". 

"It is". Right after I said that all my belongings were being brought into the room. When all the boxes were in I started to unpack. I started to take out my swords and dust them off and make sure they were free of any blood and smudges. I heard a dog bark so I got up and went to the window and looked out to see Jeff running with Smile. 

That was when it all hit me. The reason everything seemed like I'd seen it before was because this was my house before I was taken in by the creepy pastas. I burst out of my room and ran to the basement and swung open the door. To my horror everything was just as it had been before my parents were killed. All those... those... those things they would use to beat me was still there with my dried blood on it. I fell to my knees and screamed. I couldn't stop shaking.

 I could see myself sitting on the floor tied down screaming and crying as they would whip me until I was bleeding heavily. My mom calling my aunt to come and patch me up. Her knowing what they did to me but keeping quiet about it because I asked her to. She used the cover story that I had an eating disorder and that's why I was so small but it was because I never ate at home. The only place Id'd ever really get something to eat was at school or the few times my parent let me eat at home or when I'd stay at my aunts. I looked in each corner and I wouldn't see anything but the horrible things they would do to me. I sat there and saw a small corner where they would lock me every Sunday.  

I kept screaming and crying. Joe came running down the stairs. I couldn't stop shaking so Joe picked me up and carried me to his room. He shut the door and set me on his bed. I looked at my hands with tears streaming down my face.

"Whats going on?,".

"It's strange ya know," I said still looking at my hands, "We are back in our home town. The place we went missing so long ago, the place we grew up and learned that the world is just a cruel cruel place. It's just strange being back, and in the very place I once called home but it never once did I ever feel at home.". 

"When we were kids we were taught that the world is what ever we make it," he said, "What did you make yours to be".

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hey guys I'm so so so sorry this is so short I've just been crazy busy and I finally got time to sit down and write another part of my story.