A Broken Heart (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Chapter 4

(Readers point of view)
"(Y/N)?"I heard a familiar voice call. I turned around. It was hoodie staring at me with his black mask that had two red dots for eyes and a red frown. "Yes?" I answered happily.

"We have a new proxy, I figured as a proxy you would want to meet him." I nodded and followed.

We walked down stairs and through the hallway to the corridor. A boy stood next to the slenderman. They were talking to Masky. He had a brownish-tan hoodie, with a blue hood. His selves were striped brown. His belt held two hatchets. And his hair was a nice dark brown. He had a mask that covered only his mouth. It was black and had a wide toothly like grin, and orange goggles that covered his eye color, but it looked like a chocolate brown.

They all looked as hoodie and I approached. "(Y/N) this is our newest proxy." Slenderman said to me. He held out his gloved hand. He twitched and ticked. "My n-name is Ticci Toby, but you can c-call me T-Toby. Mind the Tw-witching. I am n-nervous around new p-people." I smiled and took his hand. "I am (Cp/N) but you may call me (Y/N), and it's not a problem I hardly even notice it." I lied, I could notice it pretty well, It didn't bother me a bit, but I wanted to make him feel welcome. He let my hand go. "W-what a n-nice name." I felt my cheeks warm a little.

"(Y/N), since you're a proxy who has free space you will share a room with Toby." Slendy explained. "How Cliché" Hoodie pointed out. I nudged him with my elbow to shut up. "Not a problem. C'mon Toby I'll show to to my- our room." I smiled. His neck twitched and made an in human sound, but he followed.

You opened the door to reveal a large room. "This is it." You smiled and handed him a second key. "So tell me a little about yourself, Toby" he seemed
To cringe at the question. "Well, I have a disease where I don't feel pain, I have Tourettes..."
"I wanna hear about how you got here!" I interrupted with excitement.
"Oh, my dad was a drunk bastard."
"Was?"
"I killed him." He said with what seemed like a smile behind his tone.
"How about you?"
I frowned and looked down. "Let's just say my dad's a bitch.."
"Oh." He looked up. "That's a c-cute dog."
You looked in the direction he looked. "Oh! That's my stuffed dog Caramel!" I smiled. "I know I know, childish."
"Not at all." I felt my cheeks warm up a bit more than last time. "Oh,
You don't think so?"