His Hatchet (Ticci Toby X Reader)

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Chapter 17 - Nothing but Time

"So, start telling," he waved a hand to the special mirror.

"Might want to get comfortable," I pulled my legs up onto my chair. "Can you take this off of me?" I asked trying to put a hand to the collar around my neck.

"Sure," he walked over to me and unlocked it.

"And these?" I pulled my hands up. He looked to the special mirror. Two knocks followed the nodding.

"Yes, but if anything happens to me," he unlocked the cuffs.

"I die," I finished for him. He nodded. "Thanks. Now get comfortable you'll be here for a while," I rubbed my wrists and neck. I pulled on the restraints on accident.

"Now start."

"I was born in another world," I started. I got out of my chair and walked around. "My mother, Insomnia. My father, Addiction. I had two siblings. No three," I turned to look at him.

"Did your family die?" He asked. I shook my head. "Why insomnia and addiction?" I realised what I said.

"Yes they did. I havent spoken to them in a long time," I leaned against a mirror. My eyes had whites. I stared at my face. I had dark circles under them, and my face was an unnatural white color. They still didnt have pupils though. "My siblings, they were taken and I cant see them," I said. I stopped staring at myself. "My father didnt love me and left me for dead. My adoptive parents found me and took me in. That was some time around the late 90s. I was around six when they got me," I walked around and ran my hand across all the mirrors. "Where I was born, you age slower. My grandfather was over 200 years old when he died," I said. I remembered how I pulled out my father's heart. "He barely looked 70. My mother was in her 90s, still looked in her teens, except for the sleep deprivation in her face," I pointed to my face. "My father was well in his 100s, still didnt look a day over 25. I was probably 20 something when I came here, I was the size of a small child. My siblings, were all younger than me, my little sister was in her teens but still looked four. My brother late teens and looked 5. My other sister, my twin, looked 12. Its 2020, right?" I asked. The officer/ interrogator shook his head.

"2030," he said.

"2030?" He shook his head. "I guess I'm older then 60," I said. "I've been there for so long," I mumbled to myself. "Anyways, after I was taken in by my adoptive parents, I began to find out why my real parents gave me up. I began to experiment on animals, learning how they tick and work. My adoptive family and I moved around the cou try several times. I was originally found in Kentucky," I frowned a little at the lie. "We moved to back and forth, from state to state, and at a school, the people there they were different. I didnt fit in, so I did what the 'voice' told me to do," I put quotes over the voice. "Now, here is where you find out about me, where I get charged with something. Where you can lock me up. I did what the voice said and killed them all. I ran away and found myself with my biological family. I figured this all out and then my parents died sometime after that. I dont really remember, but I remember coming home one day and the man I live with he told me about my parents and that they died. He went on to tell me my siblings were fostered out. A few weeks passed and I began to notice different things, I would see the people I lived with differently. I noticed how their heart rates changed.

"My name isn't Kitty." 

"Well then what is it?" The man asked. He leaned over the table.

I reached my hand to the clip on my mask. I unclipped the mask and held it in my hands. "My adoptive parents named me Y/n, I'm the girl who went missing after her school was murdered. No one could find her. She then visited her father in the hospital after her mother and father were trapped in a fire. My biological name, Murder. I am Murder. It's my pleasure to meet you," I smiled. I seen a white film over my eyes and go back to normal. I stuck my hand out. "Dont worry. I dont bite!" I smiled wider. I started to laugh. Laughing calmed me.

"Is that all?" The man seemed calm. Unfazed almost.

"I can kill people with my bare hands. I dont need a weapon to kill everyone in here," I felt my lips get cut almost. I tasted the blood. "I'd be afraid if was you. Cause you cant kill me," the man backed up as I stepped closer. He stumbled over a chair and ran out of the room. I looked at myself in the mirror. My teeth were sharpened like BEN's my eyes were just color and black goo oozed from them. I looked to the special mirror. I smeared the ooze from my face onto my hand. RuN!

I wrote. I heard the stammering and running. I began to walk around. I took a chair and threw it at the special mirror. The mirror cracked but didnt shatter. I looked at my hands. I put my mask on and tore the shirt they gave me into pieces. I wrapped my hand and punched the glass. I punched at my face. I punched my face in. I broke the mirror and climbed through. It was silent. I smiled. I walked around. A woman cowered under a desk.

"Hello," I said looking at her. "Can you show me to my axe please?" I asked in a nice tone. "And my stuff?" I asked. She hesitantly shook her head. "No? Well, I guess I'll just have to kill you," I shrugged and pulled her out from under the desk.

"No! Wait!" The woman screamed. "I'll do it," she sighed. "Just please dont kill me," I nodded. I held onto her arms as she walked me to a room. Boxes were stacked on shelves. She pointed to a box.

"Open it," I demanded. She opened the box and pulled out my axe, hoodie, shoes, and knives. "Thank you," I grabbed a knife and slit her throat. "Sorry, its nothing personal but I needed to kill."

I walked out of the station and ran to the woods. I teleported and ran to the mansion. I ran into the house. It was empty. No pasta was there. "Hello?!" I screamed. I walked around. A peice of paper lay on the table.

Y/n,

By the time you are reading this, we are all gone. We know about the police, we know what you've said to them. We cant risk them finding us. We've left to a different dimension. We will be back in about twenty human years, or about six months in your time. Two weeks for us. We are sorry we have to leave you by yourself, but we dont want anyone to be caught up in your mess.

Goodbye for now,

All the Creepypasta

P.S. - Toby loves you very much and will be back soon. I love you baby!

I sighed. Six months. I have to hide for six months. I looked around the house. I could clean it. Fix it up. I nodded. "Let's clean!" yelled. I picked up all the stuff off the ground, separating it into piles, I figured out who's was who's and put them in thier rooms. I'll clean those later. I vacuumed the living room and looked at all the odd stains. I sighed and walked around the house. I walked outside. I started walking to the town. I could hear the busyness, the sound of traffic, the sound of children playing. I walked into a cleaning store. "A shampooer should work," I told myself. I grabbed everything I needed and left. No one was going to stop me. I got back to the mansion and started working.

"This is going to be a very very long six months," I sighed.

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