Sounds So Sweet - Ticci Toby X Reader

Chapter 12

It had been, at least you assumed, a few weeks of torture in this house. Each day you were met with new challenges, mostly pain from your DIY stitches or the lack of nutrients in your body. You were basically bedridden after being thrown around and cut into, but the biggest toll it had was on your mind. Regardless of whether or not you had been thinking about or trying to end your life, you really couldn't welcome Death more.

You felt as if you were losing your own mind, similar to every character you've already met. You don't know whether it was your mind or the things in the house, but something kept you on edge. Creaks, voices, slams would sound throughout the day, and you could never catch a break. Each time only pushed you further and further into an ocean of anxiety. Your heart would race at every creak and your chest would feel tight from panic rising in your body. It would take another five minutes for you to stop clenching onto the covers as if it were the only weapon around. Seeing as you couldn't move much, your mind was left to wonder and create the darkest things to keep you company.

The only good thing with being bedridden was the healing it had on your gash. It had finally closed up, but you knew it wasn't completely healed. It seemed to be only healed at the surface and edges, but you could tell you were getting there.

Toby visited you only occasionally, usually to give you some sort of substance or sometimes just water. He would keep things as silent as ever, and you liked that. To think that your predetermined killer would stitch you up, save you from being strangled, and keep you from starvation.

Each time you look back on the chain of events since the woods, it gets more ridiculous. Maybe you were crazy. Maybe this was all a sick, twisted dream. Maybe this is your mind during some type of coma? You couldn't tell. Nothing seemed real to you anymore. Every second let to more spirals in which you would start crying, but stop mid sob to look off into the distance and laugh. Your life was as much of a sore as ever. No matter what you did, you always end up in the worst possible scenario, and somehow manage to stay alive. Maybe some higher power left you to suffer. Destined for suffering.

Your mind was usually fuzzy most days, but on the off occasion that Toby did visit you, you start to pick up on things. At first, you thought maybe he was only cracking his neck out of pleasure or stress relief, but he did it compulsively. His little jerks seemed to give off the same vibes as well, and you make these connections to his stuttering to find out that maybe he has a medical issue of some sort.

Today, you were determined to find out what it was, so you decide to break the silence streak.

"Why do you have so many jerky motions? Are you sick?" Before he can even place the food on your bedside, he freezes.

The plate shakes when he demonstrates an example of your question, but he finally leaves the plate. Although you couldn't find his facial expressions, you could feel the tension when he stays motionless in front of you. He merely breaths, then starts to walk away.

"The only sick thing about me is the fact that I can't kill you," He never turns back.