Under Control (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Two

(Hey, sorry that I haven't updated like usually do, I kinda got writer's blocked. Here ya go, lovelies! Oh, and shout out to you! I forgot you're name, sorry ;-; , but shout out to you wonderful person that I met at the library!)

Why did everything go black? Why does everything not go my way? It's a simple answer to be honest: reality is a basic bitch. A basic bitch on her period.

        I lost my balance as I completely lost my eyesight. So, now I was on my hands and knees, my hands digging into the wet ground. The rain helped none as it pelted against my back and the ground.

        "(Y-Y/n)?" I heard Toby say, concern evident in his twitchy tone. I looked up, but still could not see. All I saw was darkness. Just black, aching silence. I felt arms wrap around me and help back me up. And I looked further up, still dark I mind you, and I felt so claustrophobic under the grasp. However through the darkness I saw something. Darker than black- if that was even a possibility. And it had a shine to it. And it was coming right for me.

        I backed up, nearly falling again.  As I felt the sense of fear cradle me, an outline of something formed in my utter blindness. I furthered backwards as I stared. "(Y/n)? W-What's going on?"

        I stared at the outline of that twig-like figure. What was that? What was coming from its back? I saw something sharp heading straight towards me. It was gone as fast as it came and sharp, keen pain etched in my stomach formed. I felt like I was stabbed various times, each one worse than the previous. I cried out in pain as I felt paralyzed by the feeling. 

        Then my vision returned and I had to keep my eyes closed as the enhancement of color blinded me. I covered my eyes with my hands and slowly removed them to see Toby worriedly staring at me, "You okay?" He asked, concern still lingering. I wanted to nod, but the pain was unbearable to do anything. So I just stayed there, adjusting to the light. Then I focused my uneasy gaze to Toby. Then i felt like I was slowly shutting off. Mentally and physically. Everything seemed so far out in reach, and everything hurt. Then it eased away- the pain-, and everything was farther. My eyes rolled back as I went limp. 

"(Y/n)?" I looked up at the source of the familiar voice, that I knew instantly. His smile was bright and easy. But his face was spattered and dried of blood. I was sitting against a wall. Like the one in the brick building we were just at. Toby was standing, smiling down at me, his hatchet was doused in orangish and fresh, crimson liquid. I must of just stared because he started to frown and tilt his head as he uncontrollably twitched. "(Y/n)," he said again.  I shifted so I was still sitting on the hard  ground, but not leaning. Sighing, he crouched down to be eye to eye with me. As he did so, I studied his blood stained clothing. I nearly chuckled, how did he manage to get blood out of his clothing in the first place?

        Toby handed me his hatchet, it still blood stained and fresh with the unfavorable liquid. I reached to grab it and noticed I too was just as a mess with my hands dried with blood. I'm pretty sure my period just ended a week ago, I thought.

        "Join me, (Y/n)," Toby said, staring at me with a peaceful look in his eyes that made me want to hug him. "Help me, (Y/n), and I'll help you."

        "Help you with what?" I curiously asked.

        "To be free- not... Under control."

        "What do you mean?"

        "It does what it does w-with everyone. We're puppets."

        "But-"

        "You- You don't need to be damaged," Toby spoke with such a peaceful tone, besides his constant twitching of his neck and shoulders. "B-But it's a shame..."

        "What's a shame?"

        "You're just as a puppet as us."

I was awaken to color and the ever-so-pleasant sound of the downpour of rain upon trees and the ground. I was also awaken to arms holding me. The touch felt so foreign, so out of place, I nearly jumped up from its grasp; however, I stopped myself as I realized it was Toby who was holding me. I wanted to get from his grasp. Yet, I wanted to stay at the same time. Because who knows how long I will get an actual hug from anyone in awhile? I mean this must be the first hug from anyone I had in... Two years?

        So, here I stayed with his arms around me. He was sleeping. How long was I out? Sighing, I would have to stir him up from his sleep. "Toby?" I whispered, poking his arm. He groaned in response, tightening his grip on me. "Toby." I said, no longer a whisper and his eyes fluttered open.

        He looked confused then immediately said, "S-sorry!" and let go of me. Deeply, I wished he hadn't let go, but it felt to awkward to voice my opinion there. It felt awkward to do just about anything right now. 

        "How long was I out?"

        "Four? S-Six? Maybe five hours?" he ticked. I stared at the steady downpour of rain. Now, we sat next to each other. I was no longer in his grasp. "You're just as a puppet as us," What in the world did that mean? Toby had mention times where he'd said stuff like "Under control" or something like that. It was a dream, suppose I just brush it off?

        "Why does it come for me?" I asked, still staring into the beautiful rain.

        "Huh?"

        "I saw it, I couldn't see anything- it was dark, just everything was dark- and I saw it. Something- Something had come from its... back? Like a snake almost."

        Toby now looked at me and frowned, the same way he had in the dream. "I... I-I think we should b-be far from here." He fumbled with his pale hands and glanced at me for a quick second that I caught with my peripheral vision. "I-I don't w-want to lose you."

        I tightly held onto his hoodie that I was still wearing. A small smile crept onto my lips. "I won't be lost from you, I'll survive... Whatever that thing it."

        He didn't look anything close to reassured, but it was worth a try.

        "I- I think I know somewhere where w-we can go to," he told.

        "Where?"

        He told me where and I agreed. Since it was around maybe flourish- fivish, we had time to get on a hurry out of the woods. As we started our merry way again, this time we were quiet. I possibly didn't describe one thing that's been constant through this time. Tension. My heart leaped for him and I think it was the same around. I'm sure it the same way around. And all those defensive thoughts that he was still a psychotic psychopath ended as he said through our silence, "I don't have a-anyone else; I need you."

        My heart stumbled and my cheeks warmed as I uneasily chuckled, "Same here."

(Agh, I'm not sure if this was my best work I could of done. I rewritten this several times and just get stumped by fukin'  writer's block. Oh well!)