His Hatchet (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Chapter 5 - Goodmorning or Goodnight?

I woke in a bed. I looked around Toby's room. I got up and noticed it was dark outside. I noticed a plate of waffles on the dresser. My stomach rumbled. I took a waffle, they were cold so I'm guessing Toby left them a while ago. I ate the waffle and left the room. I walked downstaris. Toby was sprawled out on the couch. He was watching some tv show.

"Hey," I said sitting with him.

"Hey. How did you sleep?" He asked sitting up.

"I slept better than yesterday," I said laying across his lap.

"That's good," he looked down at me. "Wanna kill something?" He asked touching my nose.

"Kill what?" I asked looking back at the tv.

"I dunno, a person," I looked back up at him. He was staring at the tv.

"Sure," he looked down at me. Shock in his eyes. "Why not?" I shrugged and sat up.

"Oh, ok," I got up and he got up as well. "If you wanna change or take a shower you can," he said walking up the stairs. "I'm gonna see if there is someone worthy of killing," he disappeared into the second floor. I walked up the stairs and grabbed a f/s (favorite shade, e.g. black, white, grey, dark grey, ect.) hoodie, dark f/c leggings, and combat boots. I got in the shower and cleaned all off the blood off of my body, I havent showered since I killed everyone. I got dressed and grabbed a bright f/w/c (favorite warm color, e.g. red, orange, yellow, pink, ect.) mouth mask. (Covers mouth and nose) I went off to find Toby. I passed Laughing Jack.

"H-have you seen Toby?" I asked Laughing Jack. He nodded.

"L.J. seen Ticci Toby in his room. He was getting ready to kill," he smiled a huge terrifying smile. I nodded as he walked away.

I walked to Toby's room. I knocked on the door. "Come in," he yelled from the other side. I opened the door. He finished sliding his hoodie over his head. "I'm almost done," he turned around and looked at me. "It appears you were ready to go," he laughed. He put his goggles and mask on then grabbed his hatchets. "Weapon?" He asked patting his hatchet.

"Oh, shit. I forgot to grab that," I walked out of his room. I walked to my room and grabbed the axe off of my dresser. Toby stood in the doorway.

"I still think you got help murdering the school," he said looking at my axe.

"I didn't. I did it all by myself," I bragged like a child. I held the axe in my right hand as the sleeves fell over my hands, due to the fact the hoodie was 12 sizes too big.

"You look comfortable," he said looking me up and down.

"I'm ready to go," I said pulling my hood over my h/l h/c hair.

"Well I have some victims," he said. He grabbed my left hand and he pulled me outside. We stood on the creaking porch. "So this might make you sick. It did the first time I did it," he said still holding my hand. "If you need to throw up, don't throw up on me," he said. I shot him a confused look. "Just," he paused, "trust me," he took my hand and he pulled me close. "Close your eyes," he said pulling me into a hug.

I closed my eyes tightly and hugged him back. I buried my face in his hoodie. It felt like we spun in circles and flipped over and around. My stomach knotted and I felt a huge lump in my throat.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," I said pulling away from his hug. He let me go and I opened my eyes. We stood in the woods. I leaned against a tree, pulled off my mask, and emptied the contents of my stomach. Toby rubbed my back.

"I'm sorry. I tried to make it to were you didn't throw up," I looked back at him.

"Its all good. Needed to clean out my stomach anyways," I laughed. He chuckled. "I'm kidding, but it's all good."