𝐀𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 (Ticci Toby x FEM reader)

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Day Four.

Y/N woke up with a pounding headache. She got up and was hit by a wave of nausea. Holding her breath, she hurried to the bathroom, just in case she needed to hurl.

It was the day after Eyeless Jack agreed to deliver the baby. He said he would return a few days before the due date for a check-up. Toby wasn't thrilled about Eyeless Jack wanting to return.

Y/N sat on the floor near the toilet, still feeling a bit tired. A few minutes later, Toby came into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes.

"Sick?" Toby mumbled, leaning against the doorframe.

Y/N nodded. "It's getting worse," she said, holding a hand over her stomach.

Toby went to sit down next to her on the floor. He put his hand on her shoulder, massaging it gently.

"I wish I-I could help," Toby said softly, running a hand through his messy, brown locks.

Y/N looked at him sincerely, placing a hand on his cheek and gently tracing the outline of his scar.

"Could you get me a pickle from the fridge?" She asked. 

Toby let out a surprised chuckle. Such a cute moment ruined by pregnancy cravings

"Yes, I can," Toby responded, standing on his feet.

Toby took a short walk to the kitchen, opening the fridge and searching for the pickle jar. He pushed aside a few bottles of condiments and picked out the jar of dill pickles.

Toby set the jar on the counter, grabbed a fork, and stabbed a pickle from the jar. He walked back to the bathroom and outstretched his arm. Y/N smiled, accepting the impaled pickle and taking a good bite of it. She nodded in approval. 

Toby let out a triumphant 'yes' with a fist pump-news flash: still a man child.

Y/N continued to eat the pickle until it was no more. Her stomach pains were still driving her crazy, but they were slightly more bearable than before. Her stomach was getting bigger, which meant the baby was coming soon, and that also meant there was a little one running around their cabin.

Toby sat against the wall next to Y/N. He put his hand on her stomach, gently caressing her belly, and for once... The voices were quiet.

Day Five.

Toby was out on patrol again, walking his way around the forest in search of intruders. The trees seemed oddly still, and he hasn't felt the sting of his proxy symbol in a while. It was quiet—too quiet.

Y/N was at home, resting in bed. The last thing she needed were interruptions.

The pain in her stomach was getting worse and worse each day. What started as a simple, dull pain escalated into what felt like she was being stabbed repeatedly. She had taken every pain medication in the house, yet nothing worked; it almost felt like it made the pain worse.

Y/N turned to lay on her back, trying to find a comfortable way to rest. She squeezed her eyes shut in a way to block out the painful sensations in her belly—to no avail. Y/N sat up with a slight struggle.

Y/N stood up and slowly walked her way down the hallway, then she realized something. The number of doors changed.

The bathroom door.

The closet.

And...?

Y/N took some steps back, looking at the door that just so happened to appear there. There's absolutely no way she could have missed this. She's been living here for a while. Perhaps she was hallucinating, or maybe she was being driven flat-out insane, but there was no way this door was here before, sanity or not.