Five Ticks 'Til I'm Yours (Dark Ticci Toby x Reader)

Can Someone Kindly Point Out The Nearest Exist?

You didn't remember falling asleep, which was probably why you woke up startled, jumping up and looking around frantically. You didn't manage to get far, realizing your hands were tied behind your back, a black strap found its way across your chest. It took a moment for the sleep to leave your eyes, and after a bit of blinking you managed to make sense of your situation. You were in a car, in the backseat with a seat belt holding you in place. The window sat only mere inches from your face, practically taunting you with how close freedom was. There was a forest outside, skinny, dark trees reaching up for the sky. It was night, or perhaps it was almost morning? Regardless the sky was a certain, eerie shade of gray, very unsettling.

"She's finally awake."                                                           

It was a raspy voice that pulled your attention from the window to the two seats in front of you. The voice had come from the driver's seat, and so you found yourself trying to make out the figure that controlled the car. He was practically engulfed in shadows, you barely managed to notice the tan colored jacket he wore or the sleek, white object that was pulled back over his dark hair. A mask of sorts? It looked like one. He wasn't wearing it over his face though, thank god for that, you doubted it would be easy to drive with a mask on.

Instinctively you continued to scan your surroundings, taking note of the yellow-clad figure that sat on the opposing seat. He seemed to be hooded, regardless his face was turned to the window, making it impossible for you to see any bit of him. For a moment, you stupidly thought it was only the three of you in the car, then as you quietly readjusted yourself you noticed the man beside you. Caught off guard you whipped your head around, ready to defend yourself. Luckily you didn't have to, your heartbeat immediately relaxing as you recognized Toby. He didn't look as threatening as he usually did, instead, his head was lolled back against the leather seats, his eyes closed while his goggles and face-mask rested idly around his neck. Judging by the steady rising and falling of his chest you figured he was asleep.

"Where... where are you taking me?" you'd think by now you'd be used to waking up in strange places with irritable people denying to answer any question you dared to ask. Still, it was simply human nature to be curious, and so you remained optimistic, eyes on the driver as he smoothly turned the car onto an even darker looking road. Perhaps it was your imagination, but it seemed the forest was growing darker and thicker, the road becoming more narrow every passing second.

"You hear that hoodie?" the driver seemed to snicker, "She expects us to answer her? I hate it when they get so comfortable... like I wouldn't bash their heads in if I got the chance..."

Was he talking to you? You already decided you didn't like him, not that your preference ever seemed to matter in the long run. Now, back to business, how the hell do you get out of here? You gave your wrists a little tug, honestly shocked when you felt the knots slipping a little. Holy shit... you could honestly slip out of these with a bit of effort. Quickly you glanced at the front seats, they didn't seem to be paying attention to you, the driver contently tapping his forefinger on the wheel as he drove. You then glanced to your side, Toby seemed as asleep as one could be. You took a moment to form a little plan, going over it in your head again and again. You'd slip out of the binds but keep your hands behind your back, then you could scoot closer to the door, watching the side of the road and waiting to see plenty of foliage. Once you found a soft spot coming up you'd have to act fast, throwing the door open and removing the belt before jumping out into the shrubbery. Then you'd simply have to jump onto your feet and sprint into the woods, hopefully losing your pursuers in the process.

Yeah, it was a pretty terrible plan.

A lot of things could go wrong, but dammit you were not a quitter. If you let these monsters have their way, you'd most certainly die. This was your one shot at survival, and by God, you were going to make it count. You felt the binds slip off your wrists, and after a deep inhale of breath you leaned your head against the window, watching the side of the road. Minutes ticked by like hours, your nerves building up as the dread settled in your stomach. You were terrified, the simple idea of running away terrified you. You were scared the driver would look back, notice your free hands and stop you before you could even act.