"So much for staying low for a-awhile! Oh yes, I'm going to s-start a fucking wildfire! Lying low I-is for idiots surely! So-!" Toby was abruptly interrupted from his high-pitched impersonation.
"Shut it, Toby," I snapped, giving him a glare. He rolled his eyes and returned the stern glare.
"What's the reason f-for even starting that?" Toby asked, having a look purely saying 'You're an idiot for sure'. I disliked that look no doubt.
"Alright, Ticci time fucking bomb, I don't know why. I felt.. Like... I had to?" I told him in a question tone. I wasn't sure what was going on.
He twitched a bit, clearly feeling distasteful at the names.
"How about... Who's he? You said something about him. And what the hell happened?! I was there! I should at least know what's going on!" There was that damn silence again where he stared looking innocent and harmless. How? How could you even attempt acting like that. Killing, murdering, and other things I may not know of. I bit my lip in anger, clenching my hands into fist where my nails dug into my skin. "I will not be ignorant!" My voice boomed as I stared at Toby who rose his hands in a defensive manner.
I slumped, seeing as he didn't seem to want to answer. Why am I so ignorant to this situation? I stared down at my the ground where I stood. At the grass and dirt and weeds intertwined. My heart clenched and every nerved locked in anger and confusion. This feeling felt so familiar. I always had this feeling, sometime I enjoyed, sometimes I felt neutral about it. I fell into a numb state. As I stared at the ground, listening to the thoughts in my head, I hadn't heard Toby walk over to me.
That was until felt a weight on my head. I looked slightly up and noticed Toby putting his forehead against mine. He looked just as defeated as I. He was taller than I and had to awkwardly lean against me without accidently pushing me over. I tensed up, but relaxed a bit. This felt so foreign. It seemed serendipitous to me, not something I would except from someone like... Him, but I enjoyed strangely enough.
"I only kn-know so much," his eyes opened and looked at mine from above. "If I knew it wouldn't h-harm you, I would tell you."
I gave up in even saying anything. As we shared a silence, I noticed the sleeve of his hoodie- where I remember I had tried to cut him with the knife-, it was sewn and repaired. It seemed like a minute before Toby pulled away and tried to look anywhere but me. "If I knew it wouldn't harm you, I would tell you." That sentence alone triggered so many alarms but so much curiosity.
I held onto my wrist, "We should find a place to stay," I suggested, keeping my eyes on the ground. He nodded.
After dealing with a quarrel of that one guy, that I proudly beaten him before, we headed through backyards again until we were far from the forest. As we had done that, many police and firefighters were fighting their way to the fire. People closest to it had evacuated their homes incase it got out of control. So, that was why the little girl was leaving. And once it had gotten dark with half moon lighting our way, we stopped at a much-smaller park that was empty and bare- not the one where that dude took me. And that all led up to me explaining the fire and him starting to mock me, then... Well, that scene happened with he and me having that little intimate moment.
"I still have my wallet, we could stay at a hotel or something," I told him as I reached for my wallet in my jean's pocket.
"Motel: l-less camera's and they're not to fishy about people's business," Toby replied, tugging his goggles of his forehead and fiddled with the strap.
"Why's that?"
"Cause, only drunks, drugs, and hookers go there. And if anything, t-the receptionist is usually I-involved," Toby replied as he flinched.
"Okay then...," I slowly said.
"Hey, I'm being h-h-honest," He flinched again, "Damnit!"
I felt a tang bit of sympathy for him. It has to be obnoxious and very bothersome with Tourette's. But my sympathy did not last long as I saw the death of my dad. Burning. Fire. I took a deep breath in and stared forward. "So, I know a couple of blocks away there's a motel. Never been there, but heard it's a decent place. Not too trashy."
"Guess you'll lead the way," he announced. And so I did, we walked on the sidewalks and Toby, now trying to look less suspicious with his googles and mouth guard in his hoodie's pocket, revealing his pale face. I always was curious to ask, "Toby, if you don't mind me asking, where did you get those?" I gestured to the small scars that aligned from the edge of his mouth to his cheek.
"Got hurt... Well, not really," he answered as I poked a small scar.
"Does that hurt?"
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. Then he made an "Oh" face then started to chuckle.
"What's so funny?" When he didn't tell me, I pinched his arm but it didn't seem to affect him whatsoever. If he finds pinches not painful then I'm completely sure this man is the spawn of Satan.
"I can't even feel that."
"What?"
"I can't feel it. Pain, touches and shit, can't feel it," Toby told me. I was still confused.
"How does that even happen?"
He shrugged, "Dunno."
"So this whole time I've met you, you can't feel a thing? Is that why you didn't seem at any pain when I cut your arm?"
He frowned at the mention, casting a quick glance at his sleeve and nodded.
This was pretty interesting, I never heard of someone not being able to feel. Was it something to do with the nerves?
As we made it to the motel, I felt exhausted and just wanted to sleep on anything at this point. With an annoying ten minutes passing of me trying to speak with the receptionist that spoke with a foreign accent. When I got the key, I left the main office and signaled Toby that I got a room. He was outside waiting.
Once in the room, I threw off my jacket and simply used it as a pillow and flopped on the only bed in the room.
"Why's there one bed?"
"All two bed rooms are apparently taken," I responded, my voice muffled by my jacket-pillow. To be honest, I don't trust my head on those pillows. So I lied on top of the covers using my jacket.
"Welp, I called dibs o-on that side then," And so toby jumped onto the other side of the king sized bed. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I have to say, it was a bit awkward sharing a bed with him on so many levels.
As I fell into a sleep state, I kept thinking if Dad was watching me. Watching me fall for his murderer.
(Oddly, I had like lost my creativity for this chapter and I was listening to music and it was somehow inspired by Bottle and a Gun by Hollywood Undead. Best shit ever TBH.)
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Under Control (Ticci Toby X Reader)
Fanfiction(May contain sensitive topics) Things never went as plan as (Y/n) hoped. Her family had dissipated, leaving her with her solemn aunt. There, she was alone and liked it that way. When she had developed bad habits of drinking, she was falling into her...
