Hatchets (Ticci Toby x Reader)

↞Mind Tricks↠

Her scream seemed like it would be able to shatter glass, the pitch was bothering him, he wasn't sure why she was screaming. Was she afraid of him now? 

He dropped his wet hatchets and rushed to get on one knee to be beside the sobbing girl. 

He wasn't sure what to do now, she had stopped screaming and now she was just sobbing, he awkwardly placed his hand on her quivering shoulder. 

She flinched at his touch, but knew instantly it wasn't a threat, If it were then she'd be already dead. That's what her mind told her at least.

 She seemed to trust her mind than what her eyes could see, considering she saw many things that weren't there she decided to trust the little wisps that echoed in the back of her hollow mind.  

She looked through her arms and her hair that was stuck to her face by tears and sweat. It was just Toby. 

She grabbed at him and held him close, hugging his stomach. She grabbed onto his jacket that was soaked with what she believed was rain. He smelled like rain too, rain and pine. A refreshing scent. 

She sat there, latched onto him sobbing for no reason other than how grateful she is that it was actually him who had brought her here. Once again he had saved her. 

He didn't know what to do now, he didn't really liked to be touched nevertheless held like he is now. The physical affection was awkward and made him uncomfortable a part of him wanted to tell her to get off but another part wanted to hold her closer. 

He knew what fear was he knew how it could derange a person's mind, and he knows that's what's happening to her. Her mind is deteriorating right before him. He knew the signs for he himself had gone through the terrible painful process of losing your morality. 

He couldn't feel anything physically but emotionally he felt nothing but empathy for the girl. 

How could he not? He had felt empathy for her since he found her, since he found her struggling to against her own mother. 

He could recall little glimpses of his mother, after the fire he didn't remember much of anything just the big important stuff. She had tried to help him with everything that happened to him, she took him out of school because he was bullied to the point of depression. 

She had him go see a therapist when his sister had died and many other things, but he still didn't understand why or how a mother could kill her own child, and try to kill her other one. 

It makes his blood boil knowing that she's mainly the sole reason why (y/n)'s mind is now losing itself. Then again, if it wasn't for her then Rosy would still be alive and well and it wouldn't have started the deadly fight between her and her mother. She would've just ended up like another victim of his. 

It's strange how fate works, he thinks back onto what his sister had told him years ago once again, You can't change fate. 

She was calming down now that she knew it was Toby, his natural scent could send her to sleep if her mind would let her. 

He placed his hand on her back, rubbing it soothley. He acted as if she was a china doll and if he applied enough pressure she was sure to break. She was fragile, very fragile. He knew this of course, he was a mess when this happened to him along the lines of three years ago. 

He then pulled her a little closer, causing her head to know rest on his shoulder as he starts to rub her matted hair down. 

He didn't know how to console anyone, if anything he was the one who needed the consolation. He takes mental notes of how she's breathing, it's slower so he knows that she's not hyperventilating.