A killer's wish (Yandere Ticci Toby x reader)

___Chapter One___

"A boy named Tobias Erin Rogers or most commonly known as Toby Rogers had hacked his father to death last night beating him senselessly then fleeing from the crime scene. The young man was then chased down by the police pouring gasoline inside the woods, burning it down with him inside. His body was never recovered. And is now believed to be dead..."

It's been years since this incident, since he had killed his very first unlucky victim. It felt like an eternity in hell being the way he was; not being able think straight, not being able to breath or scream. All he could hear was the echo of his victim's treacherous screams, their cry for help blocked out his own. It petrified him to hear them begging and pleading yet it was the only way to satisfy his tics. His body only thirst for the blood of the miserable.

"We have breaking news. Four missing students were found dead last night; the scent of their burning flesh led investigators to the crime scene where they discovered what was left of the children's bodies. Investigators found an old dull bladed hatchet near the bodies. Investigators had pulled the name of a possible suspect, though believed to be dead; Toby Rogers."

Toby Rogers was the name everyone knew but could never put a face to. It was a name people trembled for, some turned in disgust when they heard of his crimes. Some people wrote him off as a myth, a false rumor, a hoax. While others stayed cautious about the name alone. His victims were always petrified at the sight of him. His cold emotionless face bringing out the worst in them, forcing them to beg and plead for their simple lives. They would let out ear piercing screams each time he took a step forward, them being helpless prey. And they would scream even louder when he would let his dull hatchet carve into their skin, covering their old skin into a thick fresh coat of crimson blood. They were all frightened by him. They were all so spineless around him. And damn did he love those facts!

The fact that he no longer feared his enemies and their spiteful words. The fact that no one could stop him from his evil crimes. And the fact that he would never be able to have a normal seventeen year old life. Ever again...

But his feelings were dead towards humanity, hell, he despised it! He often forgot who he had once been before becoming a proxy for a faceless demon. But when he did remember his past he hated himself, his tics going out of control when he thought about the two women he once cherished most. The thought of his family made him wish he had never existed. But it didn't matter anymore. He was a proxy now, and a proxy shall never go back to their old lives, they were not monster nor human. And the only thing he had left was the "person" or "thing" he served. And he was lonely.

Feelings were always so strange to him. He could never understand how he could feel his inside emotions turn into chaos but could never be able to feel a blade cut his cold skin. And love?

What the hell was that?

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It had been seven years since Toby had became a proxy and only a day since he killed his recent victim. The killer walked down a road that led through the woods. It was gloomy, rain was pouring lightly on the dark earth as he walked along the side of the rode. He had his hood over his head while exposing his face, deciding to have his mask bandana off and instead on his neck. His goggles were shoved in the back of his back pocket, he had broken them recently from when he fought someone he knew. The man held two dull hatchets in his hands, both of them being in poor condition, mainly because of how frequently he used them. One of his hatchets was largely chipped, the other loose and rusty. It was starting to get harder and harder to actually cut through skin with. Toby figured it was finally time to let them both retire and get newer ones. Of course he wouldn't mind getting new hatchets, he just had a tendency of getting a bit attached to things. . .