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a documentary style re-telling of Ticci Toby's story with a little twist.
previously...
"Self-harm is a grounding technique. It brings sensation back"
"especially in patients who don't feel pain"
The image flickered, then cut to a CCTV footage of a bare, sterile room. White walls, two chairs, a table and a sad looking plant in the corner.
the brunette boy sat rigidly in a chair, foot bouncing uncontrollably, hands twisting in his lap. His hair was disheveled, as if he had been frantically running his fingers through his hair until the skin at his roots were red and sore.
The person sitting opposite of him watched Toby closely, her head tilted slightly to the side. "Tobias." the therapist spoke softly, "Can you describe what you're hearing?"
Tobias blinked, a flicker of annoyance or rather frustration, sparkled in his eyes. "I want Y/N."
"That wasn't the question".
The teen didn't respond, glaring at the older person, eyes bouncing, his gaze full of despair.
"Can you describe what you're hearing", the doctor simply repeated, her legs crossed, leaned back calmly in her chair.
Tobias' stare drifted from the woman to a corner of the room, swallowing thickly.
"... static"
The therapist raised a brow. "Static?" she hummed, writing something on that notepad of hers, "anything else?... something else?"
Toby's breathing picked up, neck jerking as his face scrunched up.
"him."
"Who, Tobias?"
The boy's tics worsened, body twitching uncontrollably. "N-no!" he suddenly shouted, his voice breaking mid-scream.
The recording ended abruptly as it started to distort.
"That was the first documented psychotic break."
The screen cut to Tobias' house, rain hammering against the windows.
The boy jolted awake, heart pounding, his breath ragged. His room was dark.
He let his head fall in his hands as he tried to calm down, ripping the blanket off of him. Then, a whisper filled his head.
Kill him.
It felt like a breath on his neck, he took your sister, it hummed, he and he'll take her as well.
He deserves it.
Toby's chest tightened, tears burned as they craved tracks down his pale cheeks. He clamped his hands over his ears, desperately trying to drown them out.
"N-NO no- no-" he uttered over and over again.
Downstairs his father sat in front of the tv, cigarette sitting between his lips as he slouched.
The voice surged, pounding in his head;
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
Tobias' body betrayed him. Before he even registered what he was doing, his hand reached for the door, driven by a darkness that was not quite his own.
The brunette stepped into the hallway, slowly stalking down the stairs.
The screen cut to the kitchen, Toby reached into a drawer, pulling out a knife with shaky hands.
His knuckles whitened from the tight grip on the handle, an empty look on his face as he caught his reflection on the blade. "I don't want to" he whispered.
You have to.
He stepped silently behind the couch, his father's silhouette was a dark shape.
Tobias raised the knife with shaky hands, the blade catching the light. His breath hitched as the world seemed to disappear around him.
The screen cut to black.
NEWS FOOTAGE; HOUSE FIRE IN DENVER, COLORADO.
Flames devoured the house in a blaze that light up the night sky. Thick smoke billowed, curling upwards against the cold air.
Sirens pierced through the quiet, fire trucks, police cars, all converging on the scene. The police officers moved quickly, cordoning off the area.
INTERVIEW; FIRE CHIEF
"The scene was.. a mess. The fire spread rapidly, leaving little chance for containment. Our crew worked tirelessly to control the blaze and ensure everyone's safety"
The VHS image glitched, static crawled across the screen before the picture stabilized, rain hit the camera lens.
A time stamp flickered in the corner. 02:17 AM
The camera cut to the exterior of a quiet suburban street, the houses were dark, not a single porchlight was on.
Then, a shadow moved across the lawn, fast, a bit clumsy.
The footage cut to Y/N's bedroom, fairy lights glowing along the wall as the girl slept peacefully beneath a pile of blankets until the window jerked open with a violent crash. Glass rattled against the frame as a figure pulled himself inside.
Tobias stood there, chest heaving, hoodie soaked through with dark stains, reeking of gasoline, iron and mud. Blood smeared across his skin, hair plastered to his forehead. A hatched hung loosely from his finger and another one strapped to his belt.
Y/N stirred awake, eyes fluttering open as she jerked up from her lying position. "Toby..?" she asked, voice thick with sleep.
His head jerked from side to side as he stared at her, His breathing ragged. "Y-you hav-have to come with me" he said, his voice cracking as his stutter seemed to be worse than usual.
The girl moved to sit on the edge of her bed as she rubbed her eyes. "Why? What happened?" Her gaze dropped to the blood on him. "Toby-"
He stepped forward abruptly, his boots leaving dark prints on the floor. "It's not safe here" he whispered, more so to himself than to her, his fingers twitched violently around the hatched handle. Kill her. "NO I WONT DO THAT" he suddenly shouted, dropping to his knees he took Y/N's hands in his bloody one. "They're loud again.." he whispered shakingly, his head snapping to the side. "I won't ever hurt her." he grinned madly, yearning for the comfort he knew Y/N would bring him.
Fear flickered in Y/N's eyes, concerned she attempted to free her hands from his grip only for him to tighten his hold. "Toby.. you're scaring me" she whispered as she looked into his eyes.
Toby's eyes widened as he leaned up, his ticks worsening as panic shot through him. "I know. I-I know, I know" he nodded his head. "B-but you have to come. Y-You will come with me ri-right?"
Y/N was about to answer as a distant siren wailed, slowly getting louder. Tobias froze "They're coming" he whispered, looking out the broken in window. "What did you do?!"
He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned up, pressing his forehead against hers, a fragile moment of calm. "I-I didn't mean t-to" his eyes turned empty, a cheshire grin spread across his face. "But he deserved it."
"Tobias what did you do.." she asked, her voice shaky as tears started to well up in her eyes, heart pounding in fear.
The sirens grew louder, red lights flickering through the window. "No time." he got up and without so much as a warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, throwing her over his shoulder with a strenght she didn't know he had.
"Toby-!" she shouted, struggling against his grip, kicking, trying to grab the window frame.
His grip tightened as she trashed around as they climbed through the window both hatched clanging against his belt.
Outside the street bathed in an eerie orange. At the end of the block a house burned. Then another, and another. The smell of gasoline choked the air.
Toby dropped something behind him as he ran, a match which was still burning. It hit the grass and the gasoline trail ignited instantly. Flames exploded outward, racing down the street, jumping from lawn to porch to siding.
He didn't look back, he ran through mud and yards towards the treeline, Y/N's screams and sobs.
The camera caught distant police sirens, neighbors shouting, the neighborhood consumed by fire.
Then static filled the screen.
"When a person reaches the point where reality fractures.. their actions stop following logic."
"Their mind chooses survival. But survival doesn't always mean escape."
The footage flickered, showing the silhouette of Tobias disappearing into the trees with Y/N hanging off his shoulders, fire raging behind him and an uncanny looking man waiting in the woods.
The fire's glow flickered behind them, casting long shadows through the dense trees. Smoke curled thick, mixing with the cold night air. Sirens wailed in the distance.
Tobias moved with frantic urgency, dragging Y/N through the underbrush.
Branches snagged at their clothes but Tobias didn't slow down. His breath came in ragged gasps, eyes wild and unseeing, his mind still trapped between reality and something far darker.
After a few more minutes he stopped, the forest fell silent except for the crackling fire and sirens fading into the night. He slowly let the girl down, setting her on the grown, his trembling hance gripped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You're safe now." he whispered with a smile, his voice broken and raw. Y/N stared back, her heart pounding with terror as her body trembled. She didn't know who stood in front of her, but it was not her Toby.
Not her Toby who waited after class for her to walk home together, who'd dance with her in the middle of the night, who'd fall asleep every time they watched a movie or a show together.
This Toby's eyes weren't a deep, warm brown, but a void of reason, filled with madness.
Behind him, looming just beyond the edge of the firelight, a tall, faceless shadow watched.
It was impossible to say if it was real or a nightmare born from Tobias's fractured mind. But it's presence was undeniable, slender arms stretching impossibly long, a white void where a face should be, silent and waiting.
Y/N's breath caught. She wanted to run, to scream but, her body was frozen, caught between fear and the remnants of a bond she wasn't ready to serve.
"When obsession merges with psychosis, the mind begins to rewrite reality. Love doesn't disappear, it mutates. It twists into something unrecognizable, something dangerous."
"Tobias's story is not just one of violence, but a mind lost in the shadows, where the line between protector and predator blurs."
The camera lingered on the tall shadow standing motionless among the tress until the screen started to glitch.
Then the signal cut out.
"When the mind breaks free from reason, it no longer answers to the self"
LOCAL BROADCAST ARCHIVE:
[CHANNEL 7 EVENING NEWS; 6:02PM]
ANCHOR:
Good evening. We begin tonight with breaking developments following last night's devastating neighborhood fire on the outskirts of town. Authorities confirm twelve homes were completely destroyed, with several others heavily damaged.
investigators believe the fire was intentionally set.
Police have not yet released the name of the suspect, but witnesses report a young man fleeting the scene shortly before the blaze spread.
On a different note, one resident remains uncounted for.
17-year-old Y/N L/N was last seen leaving school earlier that afternoon while her parents where out of town that week.
Authorities are asking anyone with information to contact the local police department immediately.
[FIELD REPORTER - OUTSIDE THE BURNT NEIGHBORHOOD;]
REPORTER:
Behind me are the remains of what used to be Maplewood Lane. Investigators spent the day combing through the rubble for evidence.
Neighbors have reported that the fire spread unusually fast. Several claim they smelled gasoline before the flames erupted.
Others say hearing screams coming from deeper in the neighborhood just moments before the fire began, police have not yet confirmed these claims.
[INTERVIEW; NEIGHBOR #1]
OLDER WOMAN:
I saw him.
Well— I think I did.
He was stumbling down the street… covered in something dark. I thought maybe mud but— the smell… God, it smelled like fuel.
[INTERVIEW; NEIGHBOR #2]
TEENAGE BOY:
He looked… wrong.
Like he’d been crying or laughing or both.
He kept twitching his head, like this— (imitates jerking motion) —and mumbling.
I swear I heard him say a name over and over again but I couldn't quite make it out.
[CHANNEL 7 UPDATE; 9:48 PM]
18-year-old Tobias Erin R.
ANCHOR:
Police have now confirmed that another individual connected to the case is missing.
He was reported absent from his home earlier today by a family member.
Authorities are attempting to determine whether Toby may be involved in the fire or if he may also be a victim.
Officials emphasize he may be dangerous or in distress.
[POLICE PRESS CONFERENCE CLIP;]
Search teams are currently combing the woods.
SHERIFF:
We believe the suspect fled into the forest area north of Maplewood Lane shortly after the fire began.
If you see either of these individuals, do not approach them.
Call authorities immediately.
[LOCAL RADIO; MIDNIGHT BROADCAST]
Police have not confirmed whether they have located either missing person.
RADIO HOST:
Search helicopters are still circling the northern woods tonight. Residents nearby report hearing sirens and spotting flashlights deep between the trees.
But officials warn the terrain becomes extremely difficult further into the forest.
[UNSOURCED PHONE VIDEO;]
The screen jittered with shaky, handheld footage. The video slowly panned towards the tree line, the quality grainy and low res. For a moment, the view caught something, a shadow slipping between trunks, moving with unnatural stillness.
A silhouette emerged, tall and slander, carrying something heavy and limp, a smaller figure of a boy trailing after the uncanny being.
The figures paused, long enough for the camera to have caught a glimpse, then they melted deeper into the forest.
the footage wobbled violently as the person holding the phone gasped, the sound swallowed by the night.
THE CASE OF TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS
A DOCUMENATRY SERIES
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tw; is polyamory a trigger warning?? im putting it in anyways, suggestive and a little vulgar, swearing, reader is afab but can probably be read as gn. this is so shitty im so sorry.
change,
to make someone or something different; alter or modify.
throughout jack’s life change had been a bad thing. overseas when conditions changed it was normally at the hands of gunfire or explosives. this violence brought about the loss of his leg and the strain of his dearest relationship. of course him and robby rekindled their love after jack was discharged. even putting a ring on it, but for a while impending loneliness seemed inevitable for dr. abbot.
in short, change is a big no no for the abbot-robinavitch household. that was until you came along.
following what must’ve been the filthiest night of his life, jack woke up to an empty and lawless bed. a mixture of boxers, scrubs, under shirts, and one lacy bra lies forgotten on the floor. the smell of eggs and turkey bacon wafts through the room.
weird, considering that robby rarely eats breakfast, even on his days off.
through his sleep-addled mind jack manages to reach and screw on his prosthetic, and hop out of bed. sun dances through the blinds, painting the hardwood floors honey brown.
he walks into the kitchen and is confronted with what must be heaven.
robby’s glasses are pushed up on his nose as he reads today’s news out loud. you’re pressed against the stove and nursing a fresh batch of eggs. both of your faces are flush and glowing like his own personal set of angels.
robby pauses, eyes flicking up to his husband. both men smile, crinkling their crows feet in a learned kind of similarity.
“morning!” you chirp, still pushing eggs around the pan.
“hi” jack’s voice is laced with the slightest bit of hesitation.
you hadn’t been trained to pick up on it yet, but robby has. he raises an eyebrow but quickly relaxes as jack’s hands take up purchase on your waist and his lips brush your hair.
every interaction they have is a silent conversation, and right now jack was humming “see? this could work.” robby’s answer comes in the form of a good morning kiss against jack’s lips.
they both feel your eyes on them, just watching. jack licks the inside of micheal’s mouth, earning a fond groan from his counterpart. it was a silent question for you, an initiation of sorts. they were trying to teach you their language and so far you’re a quick study.
jack anticipates a soft glance from you and maybe a few pecks on the lips here and there but what you do next makes robby all the more certain of you.
the heel of hand presses into robby’s throat while you pull him down to your level. his pulse hammers against your hand but his hands clasp and squeeze around your waist.
he’s teasing, putting on a show just like jack did. just like you did last night when you pulled off your dripping panties with no urgency, knowing how badly they wanted to take you. the kiss only breaks when jack grabs you by the chin and presses his tongue in your mouth.
he swirls your spit and sucks your tongue till you gag. he’s challenging both of you now, begging robby to do something drastic and telling you to try and savor what they give you.
robby’s hands try to slip beneath the waistband of your pants but a burning smell pulls you out of the moment they’d been trying to curate.
