Terror

Ticci Toby!?

I gasp, "ive heard about you!" I say.
"What have you heard?" He asks, with a great, tired sigh.
"Not much, i dont know your backstory" i say, shoving my hands back in my pockets.
Ticci Toby lets out a sigh of relief, knowing that i dont know his backstory, "how old are you?" He asks.
"What if i dont give you that information?" I ask.
"I'll kill you" he says with a satisfied grin.
"Not if i kill you first" i say, denying that he is more fast and powerful than me.
"Fine. Dont tell me your age. Just know that i'd prefer you call me Toby. Its not every day you meet a fellow killer in the same town youre killing in" Toby says happily.
"I know, right? I wanna be friends with you now because of that" i say, honest.
"Stop acting like a damn child, youre older than sixteen" Toby says, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"I didnt say my age. I could be thirteen for all you know" i smile.
"Jeff is thirteen and he acts like a mature adult whos seen a lot of blood, murder, and more twisted things" Toby says.
"Whos Jeff?" I ask, curious.
"You'll see. Hes a friend of mine, also a serial killer. Hes in this neighborhood last time i checked" Toby shrugs.
"This neigborhood is just a gathering place for serial killers, aint it?" I wonder aloud.
Toby nods, and i wonder how i saw that. My pupils are small and dont expand to let in light so its concerning, or maybe its because im undead.
"So whats your preferred way of murder?" Toby asks.
"I wanted it to be a nice beautiful axe like yours, so i could clearly see the nice beautiful red dripping from it, but i didnt have an axe hear my place of death. Now i just grab whatever sharp object is nearby, usually kitchen knives. Sometimes i find nothing sharp, so i use my teeth, or i need to use my teeth to finish the job. I love the taste of blood, to me, instead of tasting metallic, it tastes sweet, like eating chips on movie night with your parents" i fall silent with rage after that, i hate my parents, i hate how i had to die so young. I miss eating food. The only thing i can have now is blood.
I mean, im not complaining, blood tastes really good, but imagine having the same thing for dinner every single damn day. Yeah, it gets pretty boring.
"Well im gonna go kill someone. Cya around, Terror" Toby says.
"Cya" i say, and we walk out seperate ways.
To be honest, he did learn more about me then i did him. Actually, it was mostly me doing the talking. And i barely asked him any questions. I hate myself for that. Welp, imma go kill someone now. I find fun out of it.