Lie To Me~Ticci Toby X Reader

Chapter 21 Fall Of The House Of Death

A/N: Special thanks and shout outs go to Immie, Shay, Chiyu and Jason for buying me ko-fi's, this thank you was long due. You are all so, so sweet, I don't even have the words to express it my darlings, it always warms my heart to know I have people like you beside me. It makes everything a lot easier <3

The Proxy fled into the night, and the goggled man followed.

No one would ever notice the desperation with which the Proxy crossed the night. Limbs trembling, lungs burning, stomach-turning, every aspect of his own being consumed by the fiery flames of horror and anxiety as he felt the breath of the goggled man kiss the nape of his neck at every single move he made.

He had run fast.

He had run far.

No matter how much he flew over the empty streets, no matter how much he allowed the moonless night and the dancing shadows to consume his panting figure, the goggled man was always on his tracks. The Proxy's laboured breaths came out tangled with desperation; little yelps of his voice reverberating abnormally loud against the closing up walls. Sweating profusely, pushing himself to his limits and beyond, knowing full well what would happen if he was captured.

'FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK! Have I lost him?! Is he still there??!'

It was but a few months now that the Elites had descended upon them all.

Leaving the safety of the Slender Woods, they had brought with them unimaginable horrors, quite fitting for the dread their name alone would strike into the hearts of anyone who happened to hear it.

They hunted their own like ravenous beasts, descending upon them without mercy, without hesitation, striking fear to those who even dared think of opposing them. None lived to tell the tale. A few rushed rumours, whispered urgently among each other said that they were looking for someone. Someone had dared wound one of them, and now they were all out for blood. Now, there were bodies of Proxies turning up horrendously mutilated left and right. Limbs chopped off faces beaten beyond any recognition, and when they were recognizable, they would be complete masks of the horrifying things they endured. Enough not only to warn the rest of them but serve as a reassurance: traitors would face the same punishment.

So, the Proxy ran; sweat dripped from his face as he weaved his way through the narrow alleys, daring to look above his shoulders and even if he saw nothing, he knew he would not be safe until he found sanctuary into the light.

He would have to hold on till dawn.

He assumed granted refuge into the embrace of light.... alas, no such sanctuary existed.

A flash.

A sibilant sound.

A scream as the sharp hatchet embedded itself in the back of his head, killing him instantly.

Toby took his sweet time walking towards the body.

His boots echo inside the tight confines, splashing water everywhere from the puddles left by yesterday's rain. His goggles covered his eyes, luminescent even in the non-existent light and his shoulders ticked violently before popping. His limbs are jerking more than usual it seems, obnoxiously putting a strain in his movements, yet he doesn't feel a thing as his fingers still clutching tightly at the rusty hatchet remaining.

Silently, he walked up to the body, not sparing a single glance at his wide, filled with surprise, eyes or the blood staining his face.

His head tilted to the side, and his chocolate locks caught a few rays of cold light from a nearby streetlamp, which only made the silver phials of a pearlescent liquid illuminate. They seemed to have spilt out of the Proxy's pockets, rolling on the asphalt and matching almost perfectly with the thin, silvery veins adorning the corpse's hands.