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A/N: Hey, it's been a while, but here's the second installment of my Ticci Toby x reader. Enjoy~.
Chapter 2 - -
"(Y/n), come down for breakfast dear." Looking up at her clock, she groaned and pulled herself out of bed; putting on pants, a bra, and her brand new ankle brace. Yay. "Coming, mom.." Rubbing her eyes, she yawned and walked down the stairs.
Reaching the kitchen, she looked up to see a plate of your traditional every day breakfast. "Thanks, mom." She said, sitting down and taking a bite of her eggs. "No problem sweetie, you know, I've been thinking. You should make friends." (Y/n) put down her fork for a moment and looked at the back of her mother's head blankly.
As if anyone would want to be my friend. "I wish," she half-laughed and bit into a piece of toast. Her mom poured her a cup of orange juice and rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, (Y/n), you're such a catch. You just haven't met the right crowd yet."
"Mom, alright, I'll try to make friends. But I doubt anyone will be happy to say, 'Oh, yeah, that (Y/n) girl? Totally friends with her. Yeah, we're like besties.'" "Alright, I just think you don't give yourself enough credit."
"Okay, I love you mom." She did, she really did love her mom. Her mom turned around and smiled, "I love you too sweetie." Picking up her muffin, she took a bite into it and giggled, grabbing her bag as she began walking up the stairs, "Hey, uh, mom? I'm gonna be getting ready. I'm meeting up with (Random acquaintance)."
"Oh, sure honey. Just, give me your plate please." Coming back down, she grabbed her plate and handed it to her mother so she could clean it. "Okay, just be safe. What time will you be back by?" "Uh, most likely 3 or 4. That okay?" (Y/n) honestly didn't know if this would work.
"Yep, just remember not to track any mud in the house or I'll have to kill you." Her mother grabbed her nose and wiggled it. "M-Moom.. quit that." (Y/n) blushed as she swatted her mother's hands away. "I'm going upstairs to get ready." "Okay honey."
Going back up the stairs, she changed into a pair of shorts, a fresh shirt, washed her face, brushed her teeth, applied some makeup(if you don't wear any that's cool just think of a moisturizer instead.) and fixed her hair.
Looking back at the mirror, she sighed and put her beanie on before walking out the door. (Also, yay. www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=17… ) Racing back into the woods, she slammed into a chest. "Ah, crap.. sorr-" "H-hey. What are you doing here?" Cracking his neck, his brown eyes peered down at her through his orange goggles.
"Hey, Toby. I came to see you. I want to know more about you." "S-so.. you want to get to know me? *Crack* Well, I-I'm sure.. you already, *snap* researched me, didn't you?" He was good. He knew, but how? "Uh, how would you know that?" Her eyes flashed concern. Even under that mask, she could see his smirk; his face twisted into confidence with a glimmer of sadistic nature beyond his brown pools.
"A-asking too m-many questions.. *Snap* can g-get you into trouble. What do you want to know a-about me?" Shuffling her feet, she looked down and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "I just, I want to know.. I want to know you as a friend." Holding out her hand, she smiled and hesitantly stood there, waiting for the masked, crazed killer to shake her hand.
".. A-are.. are y-y-you serious? *Crack, strain, pop*" His eyes widened in disbelief before narrowing again, "I'm a serial killer. D-did you forget?" "No, I just, it must've hurt.. being alone all this time. I want to lessen that pain and loneliness, if possible." He looked down at her hand, then back at her face, observing her carefully.
"Okay.. but, i-if you end up dead, d-d-don't blame me.. *Pop*" Smiling to herself, she felt his larger hand grasp hers, giving it a firm shake. "Now, Toby, do you.. do you wanna hang out?" She blushed, her words coming out awkward and stiff. How embarrassing. "H-hang out?.. L-like, go somewhere together? A-are.. are you sure?"
"Sure, but, mind putting those axes away somewhere? I don't want people to get scared if they see you. "S-sure, (Y/n), was it? I, I uh, heard y-your mother say it." His face looked reddened, although it could just be the light hitting his large goggles. "Yeah, it's okay. Wanna hit the arcade?" Soon her shyness was replaced with excitement. Her first friend.
Sure, he's a psychopathic killing machine, but he seems like a decent enough friend. Heading down to the arcade, they played a few games, but low and behold; the master game. DDR. "W-What's that (Y/n)?" Looking at him, she smiled almost creepily and giggled; putting a few quarters into the machine, "Oh, just the best game ever. Come on, get on the game pad."
Soon enough he got the hang of it, he kept laughing and saying "(Y-(Y/n), I think I got it! L-look, I'm actually scoring points!" He was kind of cute when it comes down to it. Smiling at him, she'd reply, "How good, Toby, I think you're doing swell." Soon the match came to an end and of course, (Y/n) won. Her skills and superior rhythm won the game, but Tobi was happy nonetheless.
"(Y/n), this has been the most fun day I-I've *snap* ever had!" The joy in his eyes was overflowing. "Good, Toby. I had fun too. Wanna go get a snack? I'll buy." "I-I'd like that, (Y/n)." The two got lunch and soon Toby glanced at his watch, "O-o-oh jeez, if I'm late Slender will kill me. I-I gotta run, (Y/n), b-but I'll *Pop* be back soon!" The boy dashed off, taking out his hatchets from under his hoodie as she heard him say "oh crap oh crap,"
Giggling at his messy demeanor, she leaned back into her seat and looked down at the clock. 2:30. Rubbing her eyes, she decided to walk home and was greeted at the door by the police, "(Y/n) (L/n)?" "Y-yes, what's wrong officers?" "We've been looking for you all day, we need you to come down by the station for some questions regarding your step father's disappearance,"
Oh, no.. this will take all night (Y/n) thought worriedly. Hopefully Toby won't mind her being a few hours late.
Chapter 2 - -
"(Y/n), come down for breakfast dear." Looking up at her clock, she groaned and pulled herself out of bed; putting on pants, a bra, and her brand new ankle brace. Yay. "Coming, mom.." Rubbing her eyes, she yawned and walked down the stairs.
Reaching the kitchen, she looked up to see a plate of your traditional every day breakfast. "Thanks, mom." She said, sitting down and taking a bite of her eggs. "No problem sweetie, you know, I've been thinking. You should make friends." (Y/n) put down her fork for a moment and looked at the back of her mother's head blankly.
As if anyone would want to be my friend. "I wish," she half-laughed and bit into a piece of toast. Her mom poured her a cup of orange juice and rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, (Y/n), you're such a catch. You just haven't met the right crowd yet."
"Mom, alright, I'll try to make friends. But I doubt anyone will be happy to say, 'Oh, yeah, that (Y/n) girl? Totally friends with her. Yeah, we're like besties.'" "Alright, I just think you don't give yourself enough credit."
"Okay, I love you mom." She did, she really did love her mom. Her mom turned around and smiled, "I love you too sweetie." Picking up her muffin, she took a bite into it and giggled, grabbing her bag as she began walking up the stairs, "Hey, uh, mom? I'm gonna be getting ready. I'm meeting up with (Random acquaintance)."
"Oh, sure honey. Just, give me your plate please." Coming back down, she grabbed her plate and handed it to her mother so she could clean it. "Okay, just be safe. What time will you be back by?" "Uh, most likely 3 or 4. That okay?" (Y/n) honestly didn't know if this would work.
"Yep, just remember not to track any mud in the house or I'll have to kill you." Her mother grabbed her nose and wiggled it. "M-Moom.. quit that." (Y/n) blushed as she swatted her mother's hands away. "I'm going upstairs to get ready." "Okay honey."
Going back up the stairs, she changed into a pair of shorts, a fresh shirt, washed her face, brushed her teeth, applied some makeup(if you don't wear any that's cool just think of a moisturizer instead.) and fixed her hair.
Looking back at the mirror, she sighed and put her beanie on before walking out the door. (Also, yay. www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=17… ) Racing back into the woods, she slammed into a chest. "Ah, crap.. sorr-" "H-hey. What are you doing here?" Cracking his neck, his brown eyes peered down at her through his orange goggles.
"Hey, Toby. I came to see you. I want to know more about you." "S-so.. you want to get to know me? *Crack* Well, I-I'm sure.. you already, *snap* researched me, didn't you?" He was good. He knew, but how? "Uh, how would you know that?" Her eyes flashed concern. Even under that mask, she could see his smirk; his face twisted into confidence with a glimmer of sadistic nature beyond his brown pools.
"A-asking too m-many questions.. *Snap* can g-get you into trouble. What do you want to know a-about me?" Shuffling her feet, she looked down and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "I just, I want to know.. I want to know you as a friend." Holding out her hand, she smiled and hesitantly stood there, waiting for the masked, crazed killer to shake her hand.
".. A-are.. are y-y-you serious? *Crack, strain, pop*" His eyes widened in disbelief before narrowing again, "I'm a serial killer. D-did you forget?" "No, I just, it must've hurt.. being alone all this time. I want to lessen that pain and loneliness, if possible." He looked down at her hand, then back at her face, observing her carefully.
"Okay.. but, i-if you end up dead, d-d-don't blame me.. *Pop*" Smiling to herself, she felt his larger hand grasp hers, giving it a firm shake. "Now, Toby, do you.. do you wanna hang out?" She blushed, her words coming out awkward and stiff. How embarrassing. "H-hang out?.. L-like, go somewhere together? A-are.. are you sure?"
"Sure, but, mind putting those axes away somewhere? I don't want people to get scared if they see you. "S-sure, (Y/n), was it? I, I uh, heard y-your mother say it." His face looked reddened, although it could just be the light hitting his large goggles. "Yeah, it's okay. Wanna hit the arcade?" Soon her shyness was replaced with excitement. Her first friend.
Sure, he's a psychopathic killing machine, but he seems like a decent enough friend. Heading down to the arcade, they played a few games, but low and behold; the master game. DDR. "W-What's that (Y/n)?" Looking at him, she smiled almost creepily and giggled; putting a few quarters into the machine, "Oh, just the best game ever. Come on, get on the game pad."
Soon enough he got the hang of it, he kept laughing and saying "(Y-(Y/n), I think I got it! L-look, I'm actually scoring points!" He was kind of cute when it comes down to it. Smiling at him, she'd reply, "How good, Toby, I think you're doing swell." Soon the match came to an end and of course, (Y/n) won. Her skills and superior rhythm won the game, but Tobi was happy nonetheless.
"(Y/n), this has been the most fun day I-I've *snap* ever had!" The joy in his eyes was overflowing. "Good, Toby. I had fun too. Wanna go get a snack? I'll buy." "I-I'd like that, (Y/n)." The two got lunch and soon Toby glanced at his watch, "O-o-oh jeez, if I'm late Slender will kill me. I-I gotta run, (Y/n), b-but I'll *Pop* be back soon!" The boy dashed off, taking out his hatchets from under his hoodie as she heard him say "oh crap oh crap,"
Giggling at his messy demeanor, she leaned back into her seat and looked down at the clock. 2:30. Rubbing her eyes, she decided to walk home and was greeted at the door by the police, "(Y/n) (L/n)?" "Y-yes, what's wrong officers?" "We've been looking for you all day, we need you to come down by the station for some questions regarding your step father's disappearance,"
Oh, no.. this will take all night (Y/n) thought worriedly. Hopefully Toby won't mind her being a few hours late.
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Can't wait for the next chapter!