Intimidation | Ticci Toby |

The Eyes Of A Killer, Cold, Ruthless, and Beautiful.

     Before you read this story, here's a huge PSA. 

   Ticci Toby, is not real. I find it to be really stupid that I have to state this, but after doing some research to indeed write this, I've noticed that a lot of this fandom are really idiotic. Ticci Toby, in my eyes, shouldn't be romanticized, nor sexualized. His character is a psycho, if any one of you fangirls ever did meet him you'd be shitting your pants seeing as his character was written, and created to be mentally unstable. He would be able to kill you in an instant, but he isn't real! He was created by Kastoway. All rights go to Kastoway for creating this character. 

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THIS ISN'T CANNON. JUST MY OWN LITTLE FUN IMAGINATION.

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(In my perception of Toby, Toby has,

C.I.P.A: (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis) causes him to be numb to pain.

Schizophrenia: Delusions, bizarre behavior, disorganized speech.

Tourette Syndrome: Tics result in cracking of neck and joints.  

P.T.S.D: (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) (After car accident  

Now enjoy! 

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   My eyes opened, immediately my breath fastened. I sat up in a pool of my own sweat. I looked around, shaking violently. "W-Where am I?" I managed to stutter, as I tried to stand up. My legs immediately gave in and I fell straight onto my knees. 

   I brushed away something wet off of my forehead. Examining my hand afterwards I realized that It was blood. Memories flooded back into my mind, "Is this blood my own, or my fathers'?"

   The morning air was soothing, it's fresh and easy to breathe. The sun wasn't up yet, but the sky was gradually turning a faded blue. Stunning, my favorite time to be outside. Not as if I had a choice though. I assumed I was most likely wanted everywhere. The sky reminded me of my sister, and how uplifting she was to be around.

   I attempted to stand up once again, slower this time. Successful, I tried taking a step. One after the other, looking around the area. My knees were shaking dramatically, and all I could think about was the day before. The feeling of my father's skin piercing, the sound his skin tearing made. His screams, his voice, it was all surprisingly soothing. I let out a small chuckle, then my neck jerked to the side. My expression started to darken as I pictured my mother, but I couldn't quite figure out why.

   I was in a Forrest, I must've passed out from running for so long the night before. 

   I continued walking, I didn't know where to, but I knew that I had to leave here. This place gave me a weird feeling, but It was probably because of exhaustion. I had a knife in my pocket and I realized that it had cut me. I couldn't feel it, but I was bleeding out pretty bad. 

   I took off my shirt, and tied it around my waist. It was helping quite a bit, but I was probably making it worse by how much I was moving. I couldn't help it. 

   I smiled, after seeing a bird. I didn't know what it's name was, but it was cute. It was chirping, which made me think of how it would feel in my palms. Squeezing tighter, and tighter until the little animal's eyes popped out. Like those pens that they would sell at book fairs. 

   My ears could pick up children's laughter, coming from behind a tree. I started to walk towards it. I looked over, and spotted a little girl. She stared right back at me, and tilted her head. "Mister, you're bleeding. Do you need any help? My mommy is up that hill, she has band-aids" The girl tried to grab my hand, but I flinched away, instead I flashed a smile. 

   "Do you wanna be friends?" I said, as my arm jerked to the side. 

   "Do you like flowers?" She asked, holding something behind her back. 

   I crouched down, and gave her a confused look. "Doesn't everyone?" I held my hand out, and gestured for her to hold it. "Wanna come pick flowers with me?" I giggled, and looked around. She was alone, which was a relief. 

   Her eyes traveled to the floor, "My mommy is going to be mad at me.." It was hard for me to act sympathetic, out of frustration I grabbed her hand forcefully. With the other, I covered her mouth. Surprisingly she didn't scream, nor call for help. She just looked, shocked. Her eyes were wide open, and her body went stiff. She dropped a handful of daisy's. 

   I didn't care, I grabbed her and forcefully made her follow. After a minute of walking, she started to cry uncontrollably. "A-Are we still going to pick flowers?" She stuttered, looking up at me with baby-blue eyes. I chuckled, loudly and dramatically. I continued on for quite awhile, not being able to stop. 

   "Sweetheart.. You'll be able to pick all of the flowers you want," My voice went from soft, to harsh in a second. "After we're done." I yanked her arm, she yelped and I put my finger up to her mouth. "Shh. You'll wake them." Her little head nodded obediently, and I smiled. 

   After walking a decent amount away from that general area I found her in, I forced her to sit down. I proceeded to ask her questions, "What's your favorite color?" , "What's your name?" , then the questions gradually got more personal. "Is your family nice to you? , "Has anyone ever hit you?" , "Do your parents fight?" 

  Her answers were innocent, but in a horrific way. This little girl was so uplifting, and happy. It angered me. My neck jolted back harshly, and she looked curious. 

   "Why do you do that?" She asked.

   "Do what?" I asked, annoyed. 

   "Your neck, and arm move weird." Her voice was pure, but it still angered me. 

   "You're seeing things." I stated, angered. She was really making me mad, and It was pretty obvious that she was.

   "Your eyes are scaring m-" I interrupted her, my hand was around her neck. I didn't know what I was doing, I couldn't control myself, but at the same time I knew exactly what I was doing. My grip tightened, her squeals faded, as she wasn't able to breathe. I could feel her attempting to breathe, but being unsuccessful. I started to laugh, making fun of her in a way. Mimicking the people who made fun of me as a kid. 

   I loosened my grip, as I took a deep sigh. I grabbed her frail body, and pulled her into a hug. She was barley breathing, and was unable to speak. Her arms twitched, trying to move but failing. 

   "Shh... Shh.." I continued to pet her hair, brushing it out with my fingers. Tears started to fall from my eyes. I only noticed once a few tears fell upon the little girls head. I brushed them away with my fingertips, soon examining my now damp fingers. 

   Her breathing became more stable, but I think she was falling asleep. I set her on the floor, facing up. I pulled out my knife, and stared at the dry blood from the night before covering the tip. It angered me, and caused me to lose temper yet again. I soon drove my knife into the weak girls shoulder. She let out a scream in pain, which irritated me more. "Don't make a scene, you aren't the center of the universe." I dug it deeper, and twisted it. I did the same to the other shoulder, even after she passed out. I grabbed weeds, and flowers surrounding us and covered her in them. Her face was the only thing to be seen. 

   "Beautiful." I stated in apparent joy. I gave my last glace to the frail girls' body, then my ears caught a voice yelling in the distance. 

   "Kat??? Sweetheart where are you??" It was a woman, I assume who was her mother. I started to run away, but I tripped over my own foot. A good distance away from the girl's body, I passed out. I had lost all of my strength.