What do you know? Things do change. - - - - - (Y/N) was just a 16 male who lived an abusive life, with abusive parents, (Y/N) couldn't talk to anyone about anything. - - - On his way home (Y/N), saw a male hunched over next to a tree breathing heavily. (Y/N) walked over and poked his back lightly. "Are you okay?" The male stood up all the way and turned to (Y/N) looking down at him (in this story your short as fuck) (Y/N) took in the taller males features, a black mouth guard and orange goggles hung around his neck. His brown eyes made him look stressed. Then (Y/N) noticed the huge gash in the side of his face. "What are you..." - - - - "They call me Ticci Toby."All Rights Reserved