Sounds So Sweet - Ticci Toby X Reader

Chapter 7

No suit dude would scare you, that's for sure. That week began the most terrifying week of your life. You didn't know whether it was this dude, but SOMETHING was causing tons of nightmares. From car crashes, murders, houses being lit on fire. One even took place in a mysterious, woody area, of which you were frantically finding papers. You'd see people in pale yellow, almost orange hoodies, and would immediately wake up in a cold sweat whenever one of these nightmares would affect your person. Right before impact, killing, burning, and before the static got to you. Each one left you scarred in some way. You'd flinch around people getting close to you, or the sound of a car passing would make you slam into the first wall or fencing available. Your heart would race at the sight of a fire, be it fire pits, cooking, or even lighters. Strangely enough, the woods did not affect you; however, you did feel uncomfortable around the hue of hoodies.

One particular night, your terror seemed so unbelievably real, that you woke up screaming and crying. It was him, the intruder that one night. His laugh rung through your mind for days after your nightmare. He would crack his neck compulsively, and cornered you in an alley. The look in his eyes brewed the fear dripping from your tear-filled eyes, and he attacked you. Your body became like stone as he began to hack at you with his hatchets, all you could do was scream until you woke up.

After that, you never slept. When you'd doze off, a voice, his voice, woke you up. This dude really was bringing hell, but you can't just succumb. You couldn't rest until you found the culprit. He could do all he want, whisper anything he could in your head and you wouldn't give in. You even spoke back sometimes just for kicks and giggles.

One evening, after a long day of suffering, you hear a scream on your way home from work. Your better judgement told you to call the cops, but the reckless part of you knew it had to be connected to your family's murder, perhaps the man.

Your running took you to the front of a house with the front door cracked open. You take a quick glance around, and decide that this supposed woman's rake is the closest you'll get to a weapon. Just before you knocked before entering, a scream resonated through the house. No time. Rushing through, you immediately wobble towards the banister. Blood littered the floor and caused immediate danger for anyone like you running in. How fitting. Shaking your head, you tiptoe up the steps, following the area of the scream. Just as you place your foot onto the last step, a quite familiar laugh pumps fear through your veins. It was the man from your dreams. The one who broke into your house just before the murder of your parents. The hatchets. You saw the shadow of them from light leaking through the woman's spare bedroom.

Take a breath. You can do this. You run in, and slam the rake down on the man's head just as he reels back his arm for another strike. A loud clank from the rake echoes. Silence. The woman's heavy breathing and occasional groans of pain only pollution to the lack of noise.

As if a movie was cut to slow motion, the killer makes a dramatic 180, and chuckles all while doing so. Immediately, he hacks at you, but you dodge it. Swinging the rake into his side, he flies to the wall, but pushes off no problem. Another swing, and he stops it with his weapons. He laughs, cracks his neck, and pushes forward into your weapon, causing you to step forward to hold your ground. The face-off  continues until he simply releases hold, let's you fall forward just enough before pushing back with all his might. It sends you backwards into the hall without your rake, and he takes this chance to throw a weapon towards your head. You dodge it, and scramble to your feet, only for him to drop his other weapon and full-on push you down the stairs. Determined to give him a piece of your mind, you reach out and grab at his sweatshirt, and clutch onto the buttoned area of his sweater. He curses, and your both tumbling down the stairs. Of course, this hurt beyond belief, but with the adrenaline aiding your fear, the drive assisting you masked the pain.

Upon impact, both of you get the wind knocked out of you, but he's the one to recover first. He rolls on top of you and prepares a punch, but stops in his tracks. Woah. Major deja vu.

Kill them. If you don't, I will. His voice boomed in your head, but why?

The man hovering above you noticed the confusion on your face approximately when his voice manifested in his mind.

"You hear him?" he stutters, probably a nervous symptom.

"YOU hear him?" your eyes widen in further confusion.

Sirens sound in the distance. His head jerks upwards, and looks down again. You can almost feel the moment of insight he obtains when his head snaps back to you.

"I can't be a well-rounded criminal if I can't kidnap, can I?" he chuckles, and you furrow your brows.

"Wh-" mid sentence, he brings a punch down onto your temple, and you black out.