(All in Toby's perspective)
All I could see was flames and the lights. Shouting could be heard past the flames telling me to surrender, I knew this was going to be my last moment alive; knowing my only family member is scared of me . "It was a shit life anyway.." I mutter to myself. I turn around to walk away however a tall figure stands in front of me, blocking my way. It wears a deep grey blazer with a red tie. I look up to see it's face but to my surprise it was just a pale white head looking down at me. Without thinking I grip my hatchets and begin slashing its legs. I continued this for a good ten seconds until something took control. "My breath!" I thought as I gasped for air. From lack of breath I dropped to my knees beginning to wheeze and hit the floor with my fists: my tics getting worse by the second. My eyes begin to close, I blank out.
I wake up in a light brown sac: made out of a rough material that you wouldn't want to touch. I begin to kick and squirm around. "Where the hell am I?" I think. Suddenly the sac is dropped and I fall out of the entrance, hitting my head on the floor. "F-fuck!" I yell while I twitch.
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After The Flames: Ticci Toby Story
General FictionThis story is on my old account so yeah if you see this on my old account hen don't say that I coppy cos I am literally the same person.
