Hey! Just wanted to send in a one-shot! I was wondering (if you havent don't it before) could you do a one-shot where the Reader can read minds? Maybe with a cp you haven't written in a while? (I love all the cps you write, so you can choose whoever you think would fit this!)
Absolutely! I apologize for the wait, but I hope you like it anyway <3
P.S. This was a very ambiguous request so I started writing this with nothing particular in mind and just let the words flow, so if it seems completely random that's because it is :D I'm sorry if it isn't what you wanted!
Warning: Slightly graphic content featured down below for those of you who are sensitive to that kind of stuff.
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Ticci-Toby x Reader
Toby was not confident that he could do this. He really was not confident that he could do this. At first, he thought, eh, seems a bit challenging, but surely it couldn't be that bad, right? However, the more he contemplated the situation, the more he was plagued with second thoughts. This wasn't a good idea, and that fact was making itself more and more apparent to him within each minute that dragged on.
He was sitting in a tree, outside of an abandoned warehouse, gazing quietly through a window. He could see people gathered inside, having some kind of meeting. They were speaking, but he couldn't make out anything they were saying thanks to the walls muffling their voices.
Slenderman sent him here to wipe them out because, according to him, they were "getting too close to discovering where they reside". Toby counted at least four heads, maybe more, and he was beginning to ponder why on earth his boss would ever send him out here, completely alone.
He had told him that there was supposed to be someone coming from another hideout in the woods to assist, but they hadn't showed up yet. This left Toby by himself, having to make an important decision too soon for his own liking. Does he take a chance and attack without any backup? Does he wait another hour for this mysterious person to show up? Or does he just call it quits and report back to Slenderman that he couldn't do it because he was outnumbered and nobody came to help?
As little as Toby knew about Slenderman, he was certain about one thing; he didn't like his workers coming back unsuccessful, and such things very often resulted in punishment. Punishment that Toby had no interest in experiencing.
But what was worse? Getting killed trying to fight, or going back and getting mentally (and physically) scarred? Maybe he would get lucky and Slenderman would instead get mad at this other person for not doing as they were told and take it out on them? There was no way of knowing; that entity was far too unpredictable.
With a defeated sigh, Toby glanced around the area one last time, looking through the trees shrouded by a darkness only the night could provide, searching for his supposed partner for the evening. But he saw no sign of anyone.
He inched closer to the window, carefully using a tree limb as his path as he drew his hatchets. If he was going to do this, then he was going to have the element of surprise on his side.
He took one last breath of self-compure, readied his stance, and shoved the blade of his hatchet through the window, shattering the glass and giving the people inside no time to react as he jumped through. He could hear startled gasps and yelps of surprise and confusion, and he landed on the floor, several feet away from the group.
"Who the hell is that??"
"What are you doing?"
He ignored the shocked questions and stood to his full height; the moonlight shining through the broken window and illuminating his frame, making him seem bigger and more intimidating than he really was. Weapons in hand and face covered with his signature goggles and mouthguard, he strided forward and narrowed his eyes.
"What do you want??"
Saying nothing, he lept at the closest one to him; a man, likely in his early to mid twenties, and sunk his hatchet deep into his neck. Warm crimson squirted out across his clothes and made a puddle in the floor, and Toby could hear the gargled pleas of the poor guy as he stumbled to the floor. There was no point in finishing him off; he'd bleed out within a couple of minutes anyway.
Shouts of terror erupted from around him and everyone made a valiant effort to back away, but Toby was quicker. He tackled a girl to the ground and sliced her head open, soon repeating the hit until she wasn't moving anymore.
As he was doing this, he failed to notice someone sneak up behind him, and before he had a chance to defend himself, he was struck in the back of the head with a blunt, metal object and instantly fell over, vision going blurry and senses now screwed up. His grip automatically tightened on his hatchets, and he attempted to stand to his feet and stab whoever it was that interfered with his mission, only to be met with a whack to the side of his face.
This knocked him on his back, and he blinked frantically, trying desperately to gather his bearings so he wouldn't be overpowered. Is this it? He thought. Is this where my pitiful excuse for a life ends?
The man lifted the steel rebar to swing again, but was cut off when a blade was plunged straight through his throat. Toby could barely see the pain in his eyes as he was thrown to the concrete ground below, coughing and sputtering incoherent sentences as he writhed around and clutched the wound.
The person that was the cause of such an injury shoved their sword into his chest, and the man stopped moving almost instantly. While they allowed Toby to recover, the person swiftly sprinted over to the other ones that had tried in vain to escape. He didn't see it himself, but he could hear pained screams and what sounded like metal clashing against the wall before it all went silent.
Toby rubbed at his head in discomfort, forcing himself up but losing his balance and having to clutch the rails of a staircaise beside him. Calm footsteps echoed through the building as someone approached, and Toby met their eyes but couldn't see the bottom half of their face due to the mask they were wearing.
"Sorry I didn't get here sooner." They spoke, and Toby couldn't help but notice the voice sounded lighter than he'd expect from a male. "I had some...business, to attend to."
"I almost died," he spat, keeping a hand glued to his head and sending a glare at who was most certainly a girl. "Yy-you had a job to do, and you almost w-weren't present to even do it."
She pulled the hood away from her head and sheathed her sword, shrugging nonchalantly. "I said I was sorry."
Bitch, he thought, grimacing at the consistent throbbing in his mind. She hardened her gaze.
"Who are you calling a 'bitch'? You couldn't even fight off a few guys! That's pretty pathetic, in my opinion."
Wait, what did she just--? His lips parted incredulously as he stared down at her. I must have muttered it or something...
"You didn't mutter anything, hatchet boy. Toby, is it?" She stuck her hand out, and he lowered his gaze hesitantly. "Nice to meet you. Boss informed me a little about your profile but was vague, for the most part. I'm Y\n."
He blinked at her before scoffing and pushing himself away. "Screw off. I-I'm not being ff-f-friendly with someone as undependable as you."
"Fine, have it your way." She stuffed her hands into her pockets and tilted her head. "And by the way, I'm not 'undependable'. Just not used to working with other people."
"Sure." The venom was noticeable in his words as he staggered over to pick up his hatchets that had been dropped previously. "Where do you l-ll-live, a-anyway?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." She was two steps ahead of him and bended over to pick up the weapons herself, so he wouldn't fall on his face and damage himself any more. He snatched them from her grasp.
"I just want to know w-why it took so long for you to shh-s-show up." She raised an eyebrow and the corners of her lips pulled upward.
"I already told you why I was late."
Boss won't be pleased to hear that answer.
"Maybe he won't. But he'll understand once I explain it to him." She crossed her arms and he shot her another glare.
"How do you dd-do that?"
"Do what?"
"You know what. D-dd-don't play dumb."
"Oh. You mean the mind-reading?" She grinned coyly and began dragging one of the bodies toward the center of the large room.
"Liar. Thh-that isn't possible."
"Is it not?" She hummed with feigned disappointment. "My bad."
Then again, ghosts, demons, and mind-controlling exists...
"You make a compelling point, Toby." He grabbed the wrists of the girl he killed a few minutes prior and copied Y\n's movements, sharpening his scowl.
"Ss-stop it."
"And why should I? You've been nothing but unpleasant to me."
"I wonder why."
"So if you won't try to be decent, then I won't try to be decent." She raked a hand through her hair. "It's as simple as that."
"Ff-fine." He breathed a puff of air through his nose. "I didn't wanna know, anyway."
"Yes, you do." He heard her murmur, and he only shook his head defiantly as they worked together to dispose of the bodies, leaving no trace of evidence behind them.
