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Now how did you even end up in this predicament?
You were just trying trying read your silly little bedtime stories and somehow that led to a knife at your throat and some spazzy fuck breathing down your neck. Well, less of a knife more of a hatchet.
It was just another night, like any other. You tried to fall asleep at a reasonable time, midnight. But for some reason you just couldn"t sleep. It was like the universe itself was trying to keep you awake.
Your blanket was too hot, so you switched to a lighter one. But that one still left you drenched in an uncomfortable sheen of sweat. So you just threw it off into the dark abyss of your room. But that caused a whole new problem with the dampness of your body mixed with the cool air making you get all cold. So you went to grab the blanket again but oh no it fell onto the ground.
Too lazy to pick it up, you just went back to the heavier blanket. It had cooled off but that still wasn"t comfortable. With a groan you rolled over, reaching out to your nightstand and pawing at it until you found what you were looking for. A cold rectangle, your beloved phone.
The first attempt and pulling it towards you was unsuccessful, it was still connected to the charger. Unplugging it you brought the device closer to your face and turned it on. The bright light stung, causing you to blink rapidly before your eyes adjusted. Squinting at the screen you noted that it was, in fact, 2:38 in the morning.
Eh, that gives you enough time to distract yourself.
After unlocking your phone you pondered what to do Maybe some reading will help you finally conk out. Opening google, you typed in that all too familiar website, ao3. God your search history was fucked, you really need to delete it before somebody sees. The thing could probably kill your grandma.
It was like a ritual, opening the page, Checking bookmarks, realizing that none have updated in the past year, and looking for something new. Wow, you really need a better hobby.
With your recent hyperfixation on creepypasta, you presumed that would be a good place to start. Lazily browsing through pages and pages of fics, not many caught your eye. There were hundreds of Jeff the killer fics, lots of ej, seven hoodie ones... but one that caught your eye was one you"ve read time and time again. The same Ticci Toby smut again eh? Gods, what you would let that man to do you.
Safe to say you started reading pretty fast.
Burrowing into your blanket you began to read. quickly plunging into the state of reading where you just drifted through the words, the story playing out into your minds eye. It was quite relaxing, really. When you read it was like you were in your own little world. One where you were absolutely railing the fuck out of a fictional man who would not hesitate to kill you in real life. Time didn"t matter, what you had to do tomorrow didn"t matter, the creak of your window opening didn"t matter, it was just you and the story.
...hold up did your window just open?
You peeked from the burrow you made in your blanket, phone held close to your chest in an almost defensive position. You scanned the room, even in the darkness of your room you could see the opening where light from the outside spilled in. Your window was most definitely open.
Your entire body froze up, dread beginning to well up in your chest. "Okay, creepy, but it"s fine." You told yourself. "The window probably just did that on its own. Probably just some weird thing windows do. It"s fine."
Somewhere in the room a cracking noise rang out. The same sound you"d make when popping your knuckles, bone against bone clacking together. Oh boy, nope you definitely weren"t alone.
You held back an awkward chuckle. Usually in uncomfortable situations you could just make a stupid joke but this was not the same thing. Presumably if you had said one of your stupid beaten to death jokes to this intruder you"d be killed. Maybe you"d be the one beaten to death instead of the joke.
You couldn"t move, your body wouldn"t allow that. The adrenaline started, heart racing so hard you began to hear it in your ears. Your brain soon became a whirlwind of thoughts, scenarios flooded your mind. You were laying in bed, nothing to defend yourself except maybe your phone.
Staring out from your fortress of safety you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye. A shadow slinked out of the dark abyss. The being jerked and shook every so often, producing the same cracking sound. Its steps were fluid, though. Like watching a cat stalk up upon an unsuspecting mouse. In this scenario, you were the mouse. And the cat was walking towards you.
Your eyes flew shut, trying to look like you were asleep. Years of hiding your ds from your mom has trained you for this moment. You shook, but tried to keep your breathing steady. Slow and steady. Slow... and steady.
The figure was right in front of you, you knew it. They smelled like wet plants and dirt. Kind of like a forest after it rains. But there was a potent undertone of metal.
You heard their breaths, deep and calm, and the rustle of fabric shifting as they moved paired with the occasional clacking sound.
You felt a hand reach out and carefully lift the blanket obscuring your face.
You didn"t even register anything when instinct kicked in. You threw off the blanket and screamed, normally you"d be embarrassed by how shrill it was.
The figure took a half step back, just as you used your phone as a makeshift weapon. Attempting to use it to bash the guys skull in.
Before your weapon made contact, he grabbed your hand. And in one fluid motion lunged at you. knocking you back and pinning you down with one hand still wrapped tightly around your wrist and the other gripping a hatchet that was now positioned right at your throat. The smoothness of the action showing that he"s done this many, many times before.
It took a second to process everything, it happened so fast. But once your brain caught up to you you tried to wrangle yourself out of the strangers grip. You are NOT about to be on a true crime podcast.
"Don"t. Move." Those two words plus the blade being lightly pressed into your throat made you immidetly stop. Well, that plus the fact that his voice was hot. if he told you to do anything you"d probably listen.
...you really need to stop being horny all the time.
The man looked down at you, head snapping up twice before tilting to the left a bit. The silence hung in the air, the Two of you just staring at each other. Why hasn"t he killed you? Did he just blank entirely on what he was going to say??
"So uh... nice weather were having?" you blurted, social awkwardness strikes again!
The stranger looked down at you, staring silently for a moment before cracking up. He tried to keep it in, but he just couldn"t.
"That"s your response?" He asked, amused.
You couldn"t help but think his voice was a little cute. Well, when he wasn"t being intimidating. Just a tad quiet but with an edge to it. Plus He had a stutter which would make any author refuse to write it.
You couldn"t help but smile, an awkward, nervous smile. "...it is now?"
The hooded stranger-- oh! He has a hoodie on. You can see it in the outline of his shadow against the moonlight.-- chuckles. "You"re--." He tries to make a remark, before proceeding to twitch and tic. Interrupted by his own Clicking and muttering "fuc-- fucking tics."
"You"re funny." He finally spits out.
You nod "thanks..?"
Something about him seems so familiar, you can place it. He watches you with cat-like curiosity as the gears visibly start turning in your head. It can"t be him. He"s a fictional character, plus this would be so awkward.
You moved your thumb, turning on your phone. The screen lit up, illuminating the figure hunched over you.
Golden goggles stared back at you, reflecting what little light there was. He tilted his head, dirty brown locks falling down to cover what little of his pale face shown. Your jaw dropped, no this guy has to be a cosplayer who took it too far.
Sputtering, you blurted "holy fucking shit-- toby?"
The figure paused, "You"ve heard of me?" He sounded slightly surprised, who even reads creepypasta in the year 2022?
"Well-- yes. Of course i have. But he"s not real." At his silence, you continued "how do I know you haven"t just bought that outfit off of Amazon and decided to be a really intense roleplayer?"
Wordlessly, toby removed his mask. Revealing his mangled cheek, scarred skin being held together by a single string of flesh. "Would a "really intense roleplayer" do this to his own face?"
"Yeah, probably. Ever heard of the homestuck bathtub incident?"
"...fair enough." He shrugged, before shifting his position.
Moving from being hunched over you, to sitting on your lower abdomen. Toby removes his hand from your wrist and props it on one of his bent knees. His dirty shoes leaving marks on your sheets.
He reached up and removed his goggles from his face, instead moving them to tangle in his fluffy locks. Now he could see better.
"Hold on" toby murmured, leaning forward while looking at the phone in your hand. He squinted as he scanned the screen before speaking up "The fuck are you reading?"
Your stomach dropped, face immidetly flushing a deep red. "Uh...a story"
Toby looked at you unimpressed before taking the phone from your iron grasp. You tried to grab it back, but he just pressed the hatchet into your neck further, tiny beads of blood forming before he let up ever so slightly.
He sat back, scanning through the horrendous smut you were reading. He read pretty fast for a guy who never finished school. The room was eerily quiet for a while, it was like even the normal nighttime ambience had stopped. The only sound was that of your own breath, and Toby"s occaisional tics.
Part of you worried that he would twitch and accidentally send that weapon straight into your throat.
You swallowed thickly, anxiousness rising in your chest as you watched him. This was it. He was going to kill you because of this, wasn"t he? He was going to be so disgusted with you. Or alternatively, think it"s hot and maybe you both could get together. The thought was nice, but this isn"t some kind of fanfiction.
After what felt like an eternity, toby lowered the phone. Looking down at you with a completely unreadable expression.
"So." He began, a malicious smirk growing on his scarred lips. "You"re some kind of perv, aren"t ya?"
"No I"m not! I just--" you began, before he made a quiet shushing sound.
"Shhhhhut the fuck up. What im reading here says otherwise." Toby chuckled, seeming more amused than disgusted. "I"ll be honest I"m flattered that somebody would take the time to write this."
He glanced down at you, before removing the hatchet from your neck. Instead, attaching it back on his belt in a fluid, practiced motion. You let out a breath, relaxing slightly.
Now with two hands, toby started going through your phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking at your internet history." The brunette responded like it was the most casual thing in the world. Your mouth opened in protest. But snapped shut when he paused his actions, his charcoal oRbS looking down at you ominously. He chuckled at this, sticking out his tounge and returning to what he was doing.
These long silences were doing no good for your emotions. The quiet left you only with your thoughts. Which were consisting of both fear and attraction towards the man who was presumably about to kill you five minuets ago, and he still probably will.
"Hmm.." Toby hummed, brow furrowed in a look of mock concern. He"s just toying with you at this point. He wants to watch you sweat. It"s not often he comes across some fanboy or fangirl. That"s more of Jeff"s criteria.
""Ticci toby x listener ASMR."" He read aloud, watching as your eyes blew wide. The look on your face was priceless, he didn"t know somebody could turn that shade of red before. He continued to rattle off your history for a good minute, becoming increasingly more amused at your expressions.
""Murderous tics, ticci toby x reader.", "prescription--" oh this one"s all the "proxy"s" --" He used a free hand to make quotations around the word "proxys". "--x reader. Oh Tim"s gonna love this"
You shot up, grasping wildly for your phone with a plea to stop. He just raised an eyebrow and moved the phone out of your reach. Damn him and his gangly arms.
And with a single push you were on your back again. Forced to look up at Toby as he shifted himself to be sitting on your chest instead of basically strattling your hips. Part of you mourned that.
"You"re one sick fuck you know that? I mean, who thinks of this shit? "Could you make out with someone through a hole in their face?"" He quoted from your history.
Looking away into the inky night of your room, you began chewing on your lip in an almost pout. "It"s a good question.."
He grinned, a crooked, michevious expression painting his boyish face. "You look cute when you pout."
You blinked, taken aback. Not knowing what to say, you just looked at him. Eyes searching his face for any hint of a lie. "R-really?" You sputtered.
This situation was turning 50 shades of wattpad and you were not saying no at all.
"Nope!" Toby all but cackled, jerking and twitching as his chest heaved with laughter. And he laughed even harder when he watched your face fall, that bit of hope you had immidetly squashed.
After a while of him laughing, he finally died down. "Wooowww" his tounge clicked. "You are so gullible."
You scowled at him "and you"re a dick."
"oh nooo my feewings." He mocked, rolling his eyes. "I"d rather be a dick than be somebody who reads for hours about fucking serial killers because they can"t get any."
"Hey--! I get--"
"No bitches." He interrupted
"But--" "No bitches."
"I get plen--" "No. Bitches."
"I HAVE--"
"nnnnoooooo bitchesssss." He ended with a hiss, sticking his tounge out playfully once you had stopped trying to retort.
At this point you were sick of him. Tired, angry, and thoroughly blue balled. Maybe dying was better than having to listen to this stupidly cute asshole. With a huff you just crossed your arms-- well, as much as you could with a spindly homeless man on your chest-- and let your head flop to the side. Maybe just ignoring him would make him shut up.
He watched you with muted curiosity as you just laid there. And your plan seemed to have worked. For a while he was silent. Waiting for you to do something.
"Hello? Earth to perv? You there?" He waved his hand in front of your face, then smacked your cheek harshly a couple times. You flinched, glaring at him with the most intimidating look you could muster.
"Awe don"t tell me I made you angry!" He frowned, mocking you by making the same pout you were.
"I"m not giving you the satisfaction of answering that." you growled.
"Come on man. You"re getting boring." He groaned, putting your phone down and resting his elbows on his knees. Propping his head up with a fist as he blew hair out of his face.
"Then kill me" sarcasm oozed from your tone, yet toby perked up. He smiled.
"Okay." Was all he said before taking out one of his hatchet.
"WAIT NONONO I WAS KIDDING--!" You yelped, but it was too late. Toby had already raised the axe and swung it directly at your head.
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You awoke with a start, a half mumbled yelp leaving your mouth as you shot up out of bed. Frantically looking around, it took you a moment to fully come to.
You were in your bed, jumbled mess of blankets covering your lower body. The first rays of sunlight filtered into your room, illuminating the messy thing. Scanning your room, your eyes drifted to your closed window, then to your phone. You reached out, grabbing it and checking the time with a tap to the screen. 5:28 AM.
You yawned, rubbing your eyes. Out of habit you unlocked your phone. Instead of the usual home screen, it opened on some ticci toby fanfic you were reading. Well that explains the weird dream.
With nothing better to do until your alarm goes off, you just put your phone down and snuggle back into bed. Closing your eyes and letting the sweet embrace of sleep envelop you.
The door opens quietly. Silent, careful steps are taken towards your still form. You groan as a hand shakes you. It shakes you harder and you finally open your eyes. Only to be faced with a pair of charcoal ones.
"What"s the wifi password?"