His Hatchet (Ticci Toby X Reader)

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Chapter 12 - The Flawless

"The Flawless?" I questioned.

"Yes. It's a dumb name, I know. I didnt pick it. My father did, Sarcasm. The first of us, or as he told us. My brothers and I we are the reason your poor Slenderman is scared of the daylight. War, Depression, and Suffering."

"Your father?" I was still confused on the name.

"Yes. My father Sarcasm. Then me and my brothers," he gave me a sideways glance.

"I understand that, but why flawless?" Suffer shrugged and click the tv back on. I sighed and got up. I walked around the room dragging my hand along the wall. I felt the cracking wallpaper under my fingers.

"Dont touch the wall child," Suffer said pulling me away from the wall.

"Why?" I asked my fingers tingling from the texture.

"Just dont," he let me go and he plopped back down in front of the tv.

I walked closer to the wall. The wallpaper cracked and crumbled under my touch. "What's so wrong with the wall?" I asked. Touching the wall again.

"Dont want to make a bigger mess with the crumbling wallpaper," Suffer said. He began to click through the channels again.

I pushed with my hand. My palm lay flat against the wall. Peices of paper crumbled to the floor. I looked around the room. "Can I clean?" I asked taking my hand off the wall.

"You want to clean?" Suffer asked turning around.

"Yeah, I have nothing else to do," I looked around the room. It was filled with boxes and junk. "Do you ever leave this room?" I asked looking at all the junk. Old photos hung crooked. Dust covered all the book spines.

"Sometimes. My son doesnt like me," he sighed. "You can clean. Scratch the door if you need anything," he said and went back to flipping through channels.

I moved boxes into a corner and piled junk in the corner. I found a light switch but it didnt work. The window was covered with wallpaper so I pedaled it off. The sun was just coming up. I went through boxes and looked at old photos and figures and toys. I found a picture with four children in the front yard. A taller girl throwing something at something. A shorter girl playing with a baby, like a tea party. Then a boy playing in the dirt. He had no face or arms but you could make out the silhouette of the arms. I flipped the page over. Murder 6. Suicide 4. Nothing 4. Anxiety 2. I studied the picture. I put it in my pocket and continued. I left alot of the stuff in boxes and moved them into the corner. I moved photos and books into shelves. I looked at the floor. There was no carpet but it so dirty it looked at if it was carpet. I looked around the room in attempt to find a broom. I sighed and walked to the door. I placed my hand against it and scratched. Steps came closer to the door. I scratched and something scratched back. It then knocked and I realized it was Nothing. I unlocked the door and walked away. He opened the door.

"Hello?" He asked looking around. His eyes landed on me. "Need something?" He asked. I nodded.

"Cleaning supplies," I said pulling at my hoodie strings.

"Why?" He asked.

"I'm cleaning."

Nothing sighed and closed the door. I stood in the middle of the room waiting. Something scratched on the door then knocked. I unlocked it and Nothing opened the door once more. He set stuff on the floor. Then closed the door and left. I looked at all the things. I grabbed the broom and began to sweep the floor. I finished sweeping with a pile that stood a foot off the ground. I put the dirt and dust into a bag and grabbed the duster. I began to dust the bookcase. I ran the rag over the books. Titles spilled out.