Let Me In || Ticci Toby x Reader

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We walk lifelessly through the forest. About twelve hours ago we abandoned the van at the side of the highway and immediately started to sprint. The cops have been chasing us since we left the courthouse. We split up at some point, only to find each other again at some checkpoint. From there we headed west for a bit before cutting north. Apparently, Slenderman helped chase the cops away from us. It was all very confusing.

At the makeshift shelter, where Toby first kissed me, we grabbed supplies that were stashed underneath a log close by. After that point, we slowed to a walk. We stayed alert to our surroundings the whole time. Slenderman did pop by when the moon was starting to reach its peak, telling us that the police gave up and left the forest.

I barely got the time to talk with anyone. Not even Toby. It was only when the group stopped for a break did I get a moment of rest. I was too exhausted to even speak, let alone hold a conversation. I wanted to know how they pulled it off, and how long it took to plan it. And I wanted to thank Toby, and apologize for not believing in him.

The clearing where the mansion rests grows closer with each step. The break in the trees becomes visible. My aching back and legs, numb feet, and heavy breathing start to heal themselves as my anticipated return back home draws near. I forget about the pain and suffering I have endured up to this point. A warm and comfy bed is now the only thing I can think about.

As we reach the end of the trees, I let out a half-laugh and half-sigh. It is strange how much I have missed this place. Once my prison, now my home. This mansion that houses a bunch of killers is the only place I want to be. Though it needs a hardcore scrub top to bottom, some repairs, and better decor; I could cry tears of joy at the sight of my home.

Once inside, I immediately run up to my room. I throw my backpack on the floor against the wall and leap onto my bed. Except for the plaid blanket, which appears to be missing, everything was how I left it. I open the window and cherish not having to look through bars. The plain beige walls over wood panelling are comforting, and the hardwood floor is a nice change. Looking up at the ceiling as I lay on my back, I close my eyes and smile.

I sit up as I remember a few things. Opening my drawer, I look around to see what was left. My lipstick from Toby, book and half-empty bottle of Smirnoff are still there. I take the bottle out and inspect it, contemplating how I should drink it. Without thinking, I stash the bottle back in the drawer as someone knocks on my door. My heart skips a beat, still conditioned to believe it is a guard. I am at ease when Toby opens the door.

"Hey, how are you?" He asks, closing the door behind him.

"Exhausted and overwhelmed."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Well, I went from giving up on being rescued and being guilty of several murder charges to being broken out, running from the police all day and night. When did my life get so crazy?" I fall back onto the bed. Toby lies down next to me.

"When you killed for the first time?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right," I giggle, looking over to Toby. He looks back, almost looking hurt.

"So, you really gave up on being rescued?"

"I mean, kinda, yeah. After a while of no signs that you were coming for me, and a lot of overthinking, I kinda just assumed that it would be too much of a risk to come get me."

"Well," Toby turns over onto his side. "I'm sorry I took so long. I made a plan, needed to convince everyone, then put the plan into action. It took a little longer than I had hoped, but I wasn't going to give up on you. I meant it when I said I would protect you, and that we all have each other's backs."

"Were you scared I was going to tell them everything?"

"For a bit, but I had a feeling that you wouldn't do that. I mean, you sacrificed yourself so Zero and I could get away."

"Guess we're even, then."

I look straight into Toby's eyes as he gazes right back at me. My chest feels light and full of life. I cannot help but smile.

"You much of a drinker?" I ask, sitting up to grab my Smirnoff bottle again. I hand it to Toby who looks it over, turning it to inspect all sides.

"Where'd you get this?"

"Found it a while ago. Thought I might share it with you. A celebration of sorts." I take the bottle from Toby and twist the cap off. Bringing it to my lips, I can only get two gulps in before having to hand it to Toby. The clear liquid warms me, its vile taste lingering in my mouth. I turn away to cough. Toby takes a little sip before handing the bottle back to me. I laugh as he coughs, a look of disgust covering his face.

"Hey, how about we find something to use as mix?" I suggest. Toby nods, still coughing from the vodka.

We stand up, walking down to the kitchen. Everyone else seems to be asleep or in their own rooms. In the cupboard, there is a package of grape juice boxes. Toby grabs them and we head into his room. I sit on his bed, and Toby takes a spot right next to me. I open a juice box, taking a sip before grabbing a swig of vodka, and following it up with another sip of juice. I hand Toby the bottle and my juice box. He copies my technique, making a disgusted face afterwards.

"So, what was prison like?" Toby asks me. "You're the first person to be caught. I need to know if it's worth getting caught for a bit of a vacation."

"It sucked." I laugh at Toby's comment. "I was in a special holding cell with guards outside 24/7. And it was boring. My own mind was the only thing keeping me entertained. Which sucks when it's either telling you you've been abandoned and making you sad, or making you think about happy memories and making you sad."

"What memories were you thinking about?"

"Um, uh," I feel my heartbeat start to race. My face heats up, but the liquid courage in my body is telling me to just go for it. I only have one life, so might as well live it truthfully. "I was thinking about some of the times we spent together. Like when you gave me that lipstick. Or the night we spent outside in the snow. I really missed those moments."

"Well, I do have another thing to give to you." Toby reaches over to his nightstand. He opens the drawer and takes out a bottle. "I got it for you from that house. The one we raided before you got caught."

Toby hands me the bottle. The label is worn off for the most part. The only legible part reads 'parfum spray'. Inside is a dark burgundy liquid, filling up the majority of the bottle. It is a wonderful gift. I thank Toby immensely and spray it onto my left wrist. Dabbing my wrists together, and spraying a bit on my neck, I ask for his thoughts. It is more of a spicy scent, with hints of wood, floral and vanilla. Something I imagine a professional businesswoman would wear. He leans in close to my neck and takes in the scent.

I immediately start to get nervous as Toby leans in close to me. It has been a while since we have been around each other.

"Do you still like me?" I blurt out. Without thinking, the words flow out of my mouth. It has been on my mind for a while. After all, Toby did organize a rescue team to break me out of jail. But it has been a long time. Could it be considered long distance if I was in jail with no means of contacting each other?

"Yeah. I mean, I don't know what you think of me anymore, but I am still interested in you. You never did leave my mind. I was so worried about you."

"Okay. Well, um, I know I still like you too. But do we want to continue our relationship? Or should we try to take things slow?"

"How about we just do what feels right?" Toby suggests. I like the sound of that.

We inch closer to each other. Toby places his hand on my cheek, drawing me towards him. Our lips meet after too long of being apart. They mix and fall into a rhythm of kissing over and over again. I break away for another swig of vodka and Toby follows, before returning to where we left off. I slowly lean him back onto the bed and make my way on top of him. After that... I hope everyone else minded their own damn business.