Blurry Face (Yandere Ticci Toby x reader): 1 ⚠️next chapters on other account⚠️

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мαу 1ѕт, 2007

Lyra stood in front of her bathroom mirror.
Her heart pounding like there was no tomorrow.

You were coming over any minute... and she was terrified, like,
'oh my god my mom called me for no shit of a reason' terrified.

She was terrified about what her drunken, bastard, excuse of a father might do if he came home and saw you.

She was terrified that her younger brother, Toby, might... do something.

The last thing that she would want to happen was that you became scared of her life, and... eventually her as well.

You were, after all, her only real friend... and she was utterly horrified of losing you.

The doorbell rang, making Lyra flinch.

"Lyra, sweetie, can you get that?" Her mother, Connie Rogers, called from downstairs.

With a sharp inhale,
Lyra sped down the stairs, almost ramming face first into the door that you stood behind.
She carefully took the knob in her hands and yanked the door open.

You were found leaning against one of the poles on her veranda with your hands in the pockets of your ripped up jeans; you were, like always, looking at the ground in a complete daze.

"________?"
You looked up at Lyra, your trademark 'resting bitch face' bursting into a toothy grin.

"Hi!" Even though you couldn't physically show it,
thousands of loud, obnoxious thoughts fluttered around in your mind, sounding like the fucking seagulls from 'Finding Nemo.'

You were excited... but also extremely nervous.
You were known as being somewhat disrespectful... especially to adults.
But hey, if you want to show your fucking shoulders, you'll show your fucking shoulders!

This was the first time that
you actually wanted to make a good impression.
You wanted Lyra's parents to see you the way Lyra does...
You just gotta find a way to bite your blunt and extremely stupid tongue.

Lyra hesitantly stepped aside,
allowing you to push yourself off the pole and walk through.

The sent of homemade cookies filled your nose and you immediately felt the unfamiliar sense of safety wrap around you.

"Nice place!"
You smiled, taking in every aspect of Lyra's home.

Hey, anybody have that Sunday at grandma's feel? No?
Just you?
Ok.

As you were about to take a step further into the house, a pale women hurried in front of you.
She looked exactly like one of those perfect TV show moms; with her short, black, silky hair and warm, welcoming smile.

"Oh! Pardon me for asking... but who are you?" She squinted her deep green eyes; her voice was soft, being somewhat audible.

You opened your mouth to speak-
"This is ________, she's the friend I told you about." Ok, not like you could talk for yourself.
Lyra made her way beside you.

The woman's smile grew even wider, if that was even possible.
"Oh, so you're _______! It's so nice to finally meet you!
Lyra always talks about you.
I've asked her multiple
times to ask you to come over but she always says 'no mom, you don't understand!'"