Ticci Toby X Reader ~ Hatchets Through My Heart

Rose Red Bloody Fountain

Toby POV

Alright, so Slender wants me to go to this house, kill a bitch and get a new pasta. Simple? No, this chick has to be locked in a fucking basement and beaten everyday. Looking into the Manor House, I find a girl on the couch, her makeup actually makes me want to puke and she literally looks as fake as a fucking bimbo Barbie or whatever; yes, I really do enjoy killing dumb sluts and fuckboys in case you didn't know.

Reader POV

I've been trapped inside this shitty, dingy basement for the past 3 hours now cause of my stupid, slutty sister; hell, she's probably been out banging my "boyfriend" - like the skank she is. I mean he's no better, acting like an absolute douche all the time in a pathetic attempt to look cool. In a desperate attempt to get out of this hell hole, I pull out my phone, as I predicted, there's no signal down here as usual and I really just detest social media, it's where all the hoes look for a fake, cringey relationship. Instead, I make advantage of the situation and read some novels about serial killers which I had downloaded onto my phone. Suddenly, the song "Barbie Girl" starts playing, I end up laughing at the irony and the sheer coincidence of the song being my sister's ringtone! Then an all too familiar realisation hits me...
"Fuck, when she's distracted, she tries to beat my ass."

Toby POV

I have literally just conducted a master plan, so I wrote a note, pretending to be one of the slags who help beat up (y/n), I then called her to wake her up so yeah that's how I lured a dim wit sket to a basement. When I reached the room, there was a girl, who was sat there looking majorly pissed off, with (s/c) skin covered in scars and bruises as well as (e/c) eyes that danced with a mad insanity. The sharp sound of heels echoed from the stairs, in turn, the hostage's blood lust and rage grew.
"Look at me!" The bimbo barked.
"Why should I?" Asked (y/n), with a slight sarcastic acidity in her voice.
"Oh, you'll be sorry!" Slut girl shouted.
"Sort our your priorities, girl, I mean you need to go after the plastic surgeon first," She responded, "Like look what he did to your face!"
Ok, that got me. I could feel my thick, crimson blood dripping down my lip in a desperate attempt to not burst out laughing.

Reader POV

My sister, (s/n) brought out her best friend, a baseball bat, she went for the hit, but cause she's weak as fuck, I blocked it, sending her and the bat flying on impact. Snatching out my hand, I grabbed the bat, bringing it down onto her synthetic weave with a thump, making her stiffen and collapse onto the cold, bloodied floor, I reached for her other bestie. A knife. After tying her to a chair, I waited, weapon in hand.
"Dear, dear sister, how lovely it is to finally see you awake!" I sang malevolently.
I didn't want her to die, instead to live in torture, like I did.
First, I pummelled her throat with the bat till she'd never be able to speak, only scream in pure pain as I ran my knife across her face, deforming it into a truly contorted beauty, coating the weapon with her thick, blotchy orange foundation as well as her deep, shining blood. A spark of inspiration hit me, I began to carve an intricate rose into her stomach, the flower had been left on my balcony the night our parents died, the night before the abuse would commence. Finally, I brought down my weapon twice, dismembering her ears, leaving her head a rose red bloody fountain.