Little Game - a Ticci Toby x Reader story

Chapter 2

A/N - This chapter contains some time skips, I'm sorry if it annoys you.

After walking in the woods for a few hours, I feel much better. All the pressure, all the hate. It's gone. I feel so relieved. I've always loved spending time in these woods and I've been here countless times over the past few years. It's so soothing.

Up till here, I know my way around. But now, I'm about to enter unknown territory. Geez, I really have a dead wish, don't I? Well, my descision is final, I think to myself as I proceed further and deeper into the woods.

The sun is already rising, which means I've been walking for at least five hours. How long does it take to die of starvation or dehydration? I didn't bring any food or drink supplies. On purpose. I have a plan. Just keep walking. No food. No sleep. No drinks. Or maybe a little bit of water. I have to go deep into these woods. Really deep. I don't want my body to be found so I shouldn't die from dehydration too soon. So yeah, drinking a bit of water now and then is allowed. But nothing else and only in the first and second day.

Planning my death shouldn't be so easy and satisfying. But after living a life like this, death feels like the best escape I could wish for. And besides, I rather die by my own rules than end up being murdered by my dad. That man is also the reason I'm going so deep. He doesn't deserve the pleasure of seeing my dead body. No one does.

I let out a soft chuckle. I must be psychotic myself, thinking about death in this way. I will spend my last days in peace and then it's finally over. No one can ever hurt me again. Just the thought of it is so satisfying. I continue to walk through the forest,far away from the actual path. I've been walking for a few hours straight now and I'm not even tired, nor do I feel pain. As I keep walking, I start to hum a cheerful melody. If I continue like this, I might start to like being alive again. I laugh at my own joke. That won't happen, though. The only reason I feel so good is because I know it will be all over soon. But still, the happiness I feel is real. At least my last days won't be as miserable as the rest of my life.

And here's the time skiiip.

My happiness didn't last too long. Keeping this pace up in these dense woods, without sunlight, food, sleep and only a bit of dirty water is taking te best of me. I'm here for over two days now and I'm almost completely worn out. Every inch of my body is hurting. I feel pain in muscles I didn't even know I had them. I'm so tired and yet I don't allow myself to sleep. No, not even a short break.

Another thing, I'm getting paranoid. I hear voices while there's no one else, I see human-like figures in the corner of my eye that disappear when I turn my head to see them. I constantly feel like I'm being watched. Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you, somebody once said. Thinking about that sentence makes me feel even more scared and uncomfortable. My thoughts flutter back to that weird kid I saw the other day. With the hatches. What if he...

"Stop." I say. It sounds weird, being the first voice I hear since I ran away. Thinking about him, or what else might be lurking in the shadows wasn't helping. I'm just being paranoid. And no, don't think of that stupid saying again. Another thought crosses my mind. What if my dad comes after me? Geez I'm really freaking out. I try to shrug it off. It's just my extreme fatigue, playing tricks on my mind. Stupid mind. So vulnerable, so weak, after all those years of being strong. Will it seriously ruin my peaceful death?

After every step, I feel more miserable. But still I continue to proceed deeper into the woods. I'm not far enough. Not yet.

Another time skip. Last one for this chapter.

After another day, I decide to take a little break. I still think I'm not far enough but without a break I wouldn't get as far as I want to. So it's for the best.

I sit down, leaning my back against a tree. It's very uncomfortable, to say the least. But I'm beyond caring. I sigh as I watch shadows moving around in the corner of my eyes. One blink and they're gone, only to reappear after shifting my gaze. I'm getting delusional. I'm famished, parched, dirty and beyond exhausted. But I have to continue. I take a sharp breath and try to get up, ignoring the pain in my limbs. But my body refuses and immediately falls back. No... I start to panic a little. Not yet. I'm not far enough yet. I try again but only with the same outcome. Defeated, I start to cry. I don't want to be weak in my last days. I've never been THAT strong but I would never break and I can't remember the last time I cried. I want to stop crying but the tears only pour out faster.

I keep crying for God knows how long. It's already getting darker and darker. I can't even remember that I stopped crying. After a while, I just...drift...off to...sleep...