Blurry Face (yandere ticci Toby x reader) part: 2

/27/N҉E҉V҉E҉R҉ M҉E҉T҉ S҉O҉M҉E҉O҉N҉E҉ L҉I҉K҉E҉ Y҉O҉U҉

⚠️TW: mentions of suicide⚠️

∂є¢ємвєя 1ѕт, 2009

He didn't mean to. He had no intentions of fucking up this bad.

He just missed you.

He missed you so much and that dog was taunting him for it.

He didn't even remember doing it... it was like he blacked out when it happened.

Oh god he just wanted things to go back to normal, he didn't mean to kill your fucking dog!

Now he was stuck in the rain, the metallic stench filling the dark, humid air.
His sleep deprived eyes stuck on his shaking, blood covered hands as he waited impatiently for your door to open.

No one knew he was here... you didn't know either... hell, you were probably asleep, it's four in the morning.

The sound of the door opening alerted him, producing a violent flinch to erupt from Toby as he looked up to see who answered.
Instead of you it was a pale girl with white hair... he thinks... he couldn't focus.
Toby swallowed hard, ordering his voice to break out from the traumatized silence it was put under.
"________... I n-n-need __________."
Was his voice always that shaky?
He didn't even realize how desperate he sounded.

"Um... are you okay? Why are you covered in blo-"

"I j-just need to s-see her!"

"Woah, what's ha- Toby?"
His bloodshot eyes pin onto your figure slowly descending from the stairs, the subtle light coming from the windows cascading onto your skin.
He couldn't help but smile stupidly at the sight of you.
If it was possible there would be, without a doubt, hearts in his eyes.

For you it was quite the opposite... you looked absolutely terrified yet outraged all at the same time.
"Mia... I can handle this... Toby, come with me. Now."
The boy willingly complied, shoving past Mia and following you up the stairs where you lead him to your room.

You shut the door, grabbing a Kool-aid and opening it as you sit cross legged on your bed.
"It's four in the morning... you're soaked in blood... what the hell do you think you're doing? Wait- no... better yet... how did you get my address? I never told you."
Your tone is devoid of any emotion whatsoever, flat and dead as you take a sip of your drink.

"I... um... I g-got it from L-Lyra... a y-year ago... well.. she didn't t-tell me I was j-just eavesdropping and s-somehow remembered."

You had to physically restrain yourself from shaking.

Taking a deep breath, you place the drink beside you on your nightstand as you sharply order all urges to call the police or flat out yell at this kid to subside.
"Okay... but... but what happened to you right now? Who's blood is that? Hm?"

He hesitated to answer, his eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip slightly quivering.
"It's... it's S-Smile's...."
His voice was barely above a whisper but still audible to reach your ears.

You really wish they didn't though.

Your heart plummets deep into the pits of your stomach, your eyes slightly widening out of shock as you try to process the words.

"You... Toby you hurt my dog? You touched my dog?"
With your voice slightly raising with each upcoming word you begin to grip at your shirt, trying your absolute best to not break down just yet.
"Please tell me this is just a really messed up prank. Please!"
Your tired voice cracks under the pressure as you slightly begin to shake.
Though deep down you knew it wasn't a joke. Deep down you knew that the boy in front of you was capable of such horrid things.
You thought you stopped it. You truly thought that he got the hint to tone it down a bit or fuck off but clearly with the image in front of you right now it was obvious he didn't. You really didn't know what to do.
Your world was crushing and you didn't know why... you were stressed by almost everything and now people were piling their problems on top of your back like their completely oblivious to the fact that you're hurting inside.
Smile wasn't much but he was really the only one you could vent to.