Two Silver Hatchets: A Ticci Toby FanFiction

Chapter 2

Annabelle's eyes widened at the feel of metal on her sensitive neck as she gasped.

"Well, w-well, look a-at what a pretty l-little doll we have here~" said the voice, moving from behind the tree and taking the hatchets off of her neck.

In front of her stood a tall, lanky man. As he squatted in front of her sitting form, she saw that his face was adorned with large orange goggles and a gray mask covering only his mouth. Uncombed brown hair escaped his grey hood, which traveled down to show that the hood in fact was attached to a hoodie that hung over slightly baggy blue jeans.

In a nutshell, she thought he looked like a maniac.

He laughed crazily and twitched. "M-My god...y-you're scared o-of me! I-Isn't that simply d-darling?!" he exclaimed.

"If...If you're gonna kill me, do it quickly...I have no reason to live anyway, my life's hell..." mumbled Annabelle, who took comfort in not looking at the strange man's face.

"Y-You think y-your life's hell?! Tell me, w-what is so devastatingly horrible a-about your life?" the man twitched and fell onto his bum, bringing his knees to his chest and looking at the girl intently.

Annabelle looked up at the strange behavior of who she had thought was a murderer and sighed. She had no friends whatsoever, so she thought that it would be ok to tell him her problems.

Annabelle poured her heart into her words. She began the story with her magnificent father that died when she was 8, leaving her mother in depression. When she was 12, her mother claimed to have found another man that was just like her father. When they married, the man turned rabid and abused her and her mother. Every day it was torture and torture. Eventually she ended her saddening tale.

After seconds of silence, he burst into a fit of laughter. Annabelle looked at him, hurt. He then proceeded to tell her his story, and as she found that it was much worse, she felt the need to console him.

As she went to touch him he twitched and grabbed her hand, twisting it and most likely breaking it. Annabelle screeched in pain.

"W-W-Walk back h-home. I-I'll be back tomorrow." he said, twitching when he said the last sentence.

Annabelle held her hand in tears but quietly agreed. The young man left, and as he did, she stood and began to walk back to her hell.

「Author's Note」

Hey, guys! I hope you're enjoying the story so far! I updated twice in one day, but yeah. I was bored. Thanks for reading! :]