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Jul 3

Dont close the window (Ticci Toby x F! reader)

CW Anxiety attack(s) incoming

About Lies, lies, and lies. All of you are hiding something. Oh and Nina has a gun

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Part VIII

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Brian sighed, cranking up the engine of his pickup truck. He leaned a clothed elbow on the window, silently staring forward.

Tim followed but a minute after, closing the passengers door too hard, as he always must. The previous air of amusement he carried like a threat was nowhere to be seen.

Brian’s eyes remained stuck in the scenery, barely resisting the urge to turn on the radio. “Why did you do that?” He uttered accusingly. His cold voice was only met with silence. “Tim.” He called out again.

Tim clicks his tongue, crossing strong arms over an injured torso. He hides a whimper. “Hit the road, Brian.” Tim grumbles, voice low. The silence stretches between them. “For fuck’s sake. ‘Cuz she’s already dead anyway.” He growls.

Brian sniffs, a slight sneer taking place in his features. “So you let ‘er go, just like that. He’ll be angry.”

Tim barks out a laugh, pain tugging at his side. “He likes the miserable. She’s just his type.” The brunette places a crumpled cigarette in his mouth, words growing muffled as he attempts to light it up with shaky hands. “He won’t be angry, he loves this bulshit.”

Brian’s hazel eyes snap toward Tim’s hands with a scowl. “Don’t light that shit in my car.”

He doesn’t mind the warning much, clicking his tongue. “I ain’t getting ash in your old clunker. Chill.” Tim stares back with just as much intensity, before going back to helplessly clicking his lighter on.

“You say that a lot. And yet I keep finding ashes.” The blonde tells him, quietly frustrated. They sat in heavy silence for a moment.

Brian’s hair was tousled every other way from wearing his mask too long, with that dead eyed stare that seemed to accompany him since he started at this line of work. Tim wasn’t much better either. Brian could see the poorly hidden conflict in his tired eyes, as he exhaled smoke out the window.

“She’s not Jay, y’know.” He told Tim, eyes turning back to stare at the nothingness ahead.

Tim spits outside of the car, earning an angry twitch of partner’s brow.

“Now the hell you sayin’ his name for, huh? What’s he gotta with this?” Tim growled, jaw clenched and eyes lit with fire. He made a show of putting out his cigarette in the car windowsill, before throwing it out and turning to Brian.

Brian’s face was unchanged. To anybody else, Tim’s actions would seem to not have any impact over the man.

“Y’know that won’t work. You ain’t scaring ‘em with your bullshit, you’re getting them hooked.” He said. There was a distinctly distant quality in his voice, one Brian reserved for when he needed to place a wall between him, and whatever was left of his humanity.

He places a nonchalant hand in the wheel, not yet moving to start backing out of the empty parking lot. It was overgrown with parasitic plants and wild species, forgotten on the side of a highway.

“That’s low Brian. Even for you. Fuck off.” Tim told him, voice low and threatening.

Under all of the anger, the tense muscles and the threats, there was a deep sadness within him. In the way his hands still shook, as he lit another cigarette with difficulty, clicking and clicking at the lighter.

“You’re really pushing it.” Brian utters, looking pointedly at the fuming cigarette in his partner’s hand. He clenches his teeth, holding the wheel a little tighter. The blonde then finally presses his foot to the pedal, taking a turn out of the abandoned parking lot and into the road.

Tim blows out his smoke inside the truck, and Brian just barely resists the urge to put out that shiny red tip on the brunette’s skin. “What was that about his stutter?” Tim questions, words careful and slow.

Brian’s hand tightens against the wheel. He turns up the speed a little more,back pressing into the seat.

“Rogers gets angry easily. Hopefully he’s gonna kill her, since you’re too much of a pussy to do it.” He answers, tone cold and prodding, meaning to get a rise out of Tim.

“The fuck you on about?” Tim laughs cruelly, letting his cigarette bud fly off the window. “You had a gun to her head. Could’ve done it yourself, too.” Tim stares at the blond defiantly, waiting for a valid rebuttal. But none came.

He scoffed at his partner, and the ride continued silently all the way home. Brian had turned up the radio in an attempt to distract himself from Tim’s insinuations, but only static came through. He sighed, remembering that Toby had done him the favour of breaking the car’s antennas in one of their latest missions.

The change in the air as they crossed into the Operator’s territory was almost palpable. It felt like a dull pain at the back of your eyes, as if something was pressing behind them. As if the thing itself kept watch of your actions through them. Holding your thoughts with its bony hands to make sure you won’t think of anything you shouldn’t.

Home, at last.

“I can fucking hear them all the way from here.” Tim uttered, dragging a tired hand through his face. Brian killed the engine and opened his door, and there it was. Tim was right; sounds of yelling voices echoed within the house. Something was thrown and broke with a loud crack, and the blonde pursed his lips.

He let Tim storm up to the door ahead of him, not willing to deal with whatever situation their rowdy housemates had come with this time.

“Stop throwing shit at me!” An angry yet fearful voice exclaimed. Its perpetrator hid behind one of the living room’s sofas, blonde locks sticking up every which way.

“TURN IT BACK ON!” The young woman shrieked, before throwing whatever she could find at Ben.

It just so happened to be one of Brian’s old guns. One he had left laying around, meaning to throw away, as it had some dangerous defects within its safety mechanism. Tim yelled at the young girl to drop it, taking long steps to pull it off her hands, but it was to no avail - it was already halfway out of Nina’s hands.

“DUCK.” Brian grabbed a running Tim by the collar and pulled both of them to the ground.

The gun hit the wall with a loud ‘twack!’, shooting a bullet right where he was previously standing, and another as it fell to the ground. Ben wailed in pain as the second bullet sliced through his arm to then puncture a hole on the couch.

Only Ben’s cries filled the tense silence, as they slowly took in what happened.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Tim’s voice thundered within the wooden walls. He kicked off his partner’s hand where it pulled him, and marched up to a furious Nina.

She turned around angrily, long black locks swinging behind her neck. But her facade of braveness crumbled the second Tim’s sturdy frame became a little too close for comfort; chest to chest, the man stared her down with pure rage. Her sneer faltered.

“He crashed my phone..!” Nina growled, voice cracking in its way out.

“Oh, yeah, doll?” His tone was condescending. He spoke quietly, barely containing the need to bash Nina’s head into the nearest wall.“So you threw a FUCKING GUN at him?!”

She mumbled a few incoherent words, while Brian took languid steps towards a shaky Ben.

“You’re sleeping outside .” Tim grunted out. Nina opened her mouth to complain, but the man spoke over whatever she had to say. “You’re sleeping outside. And you’re cleaning the whole damn cabin. And I won’t hear shit from you.”

Her pale skin was tight with the tension in her muscles, breath heavy and eyes barely focused. If it were anybody but Tim standing in front of Nina, she would have already torn them apart with her bare hands.

Tim stared at her with challenge in his eyes, just waiting for her decision. Ready for her to start something; then he would have an excuse to punch all of his anger into real flesh.

“ACkK!” Ben yelped. “What the hell man?” Brian mumbled something back, that only the duo seemed to understand.

The sound of their voices seemed to wake Nina from her stupor, as she marched towards the door. Her whole body was locked in this strange position, so tense it was a wonder she even managed to move. The old door, rusty and decaying, shook in its hinges as she banged it shut. Tiny specks of rotten wood dusted the floor.

Tim dragged a hand through his face, relaxing his tense body, even if slightly. He watched as Brian pulled an unwilling blond off the ground.

“You telling me the hell was that about, or…?” He gestured tiredly toward Ben’s general direction.

The young men didn’t answer. His green eyes stuck to the floor, whole body shivering.

“He ain’t answering shit right now...” Brian mumbled beside the shorter male, taking out his phone. He took a quick look at it and shoved it back in his pocket. “I’m taking him to Jack’s first.”

Brian’s tone, as always, was cold. Something distant and commanding that left no room for arguments. And yet, he still waited, unmoving, for Tim’s exasperated nod of approval before heading to Jack’s basement with Ben.

That last thing they saw before descending the stairs was Tim’s angry kick at the ruined sofa.

Ben sniffed as he walked down in front of Brian, still trembling slightly.

Jack was nowhere to be seen, only empty cots and the pungent smell of chemicals stood to greet them.

Brian paid it no mind. He walked inside with purpose, opening one of the cabinets, and pulling out an orange bottle. He took Ben’s right hand hastily and shoved two pills into his palm.

“Take it and calm the fuck down.” Brian told him, already moving back to the basement’s entrance. “Jack’s staying out for a while. No one’s gonna be down here.”

Ben released a breath as Brian finally disappeared up the stairs.

Sitting back in one of the empty cots, he took both of the pills in one go. His mind was scrambled with anger and fear, and in dire need of anything that could slow it down.

People around here already knew Ben was…a little anxious. But Brian, surprisingly, was the only one who knew how to deal with him. He just needed to be left alone. He would deal with everything else later.

He breathed in and out, feeling that his head started to feel a little lighter as the Xanax kicked in.

Ben pulled out his phone for his daily check on his housemates. Having the device in hand, and seeing the familiar faces would definitely help ground him.

He peeked through Jeff's phone camera. Only a white ceiling visible. He could hear Jeff’s quiet snores in the background, mixing slightly with the whirling of a ceiling fan. Boring.

He eyed through Brian’s texts next, Ben’s own “cant” message looming lonely along the short contact list. Nothing interesting this time. Sometimes he’d be surprised by a different number added to the man’s phone. If he was lucky, it would be one of Brian’s booty calls.

Next up was Toby. Now he was a funny one. Toby was definitely always up to some random bullshit, like the one time Ben caught him bad mouthing Tim to a gas station cashier. Mind you, the cashier was at least in his sixties.

Ben opened up his camera, expectant. He could hear the rustling of Toby’s phone against his pants, the image of a white wall greeting the screen.

“Mrrr. Prrrr!!” A cat’s purrs resounded somewhere around the room. Toby spun around and leaned down. The camera was now turned toward a door, a kitchen island at the corner of the shaky image.

“I-I know, I know. S-shes t-taking too long, right?” Toby said, presumably to the cat.

Holly shit. There he goes again.

A minute or two passed by, Toby still petting the cat. Ben was about to log off and into the next phone, when the sound of rushing footsteps blasted through the device. Toby presumably stood up in a haste, as the phone thudded to the ground. It fell in an awkward position, upside down and slightly to the left.

He could see Toby standing, a little bit off centered as the door barged open.

“F-ff-finally…” Toby muttered to whoever had arrived through the door. He shifted the weight in his feet, giddy.

“No! You can’t- you can’t be here!” A young voice exclaimed. “No, no, no, no-“ She wailed in despair, as Toby took a hesitant step backwards.

He didn’t have a job today. Ben knew that for a fact. The blonde’s curiosity had been caught, and he kept watching the strange interaction with interest.

Toby’s legs shuffled to the side in a hurry as a knife clanked to the ground beside him. “M-maus…!” He trailed off as the person screamed in horror and desperation.

“Why! Why is this happening to me?” Her voice shook and cracked, steps lousy around the wooden floors. “Why did you save me? This wouldn’t have happened! I wouldn’t be here! I don’t want to be here!” The young seemed frozen, only able to watch as she breathed in shakily. “It’s guns, and blood, and knifes, and blood, again and again, I can’t, I can’t, please Toby, I can’t.”She repeated it over and over. ‘I don’t wanna be here!’, each time more frantic and unintelligible.

Their upper bodies weren’t visible, but from the way both stumbled back further, Ben assumed she attempted to shove Toby away.

She fell on her knees instead, pleading incoherently, and still gripping at Toby’s jacket. He dropped awkwardly in front of her, looking the most concerned for another person Ben had ever witnessed.

It’s not that Toby was an uncaring monster. He wasn’t especially close to the guy, but he knew enough to understand he simply put up a wall between himself and civilians. He couldn’t afford to empathize with them, and his default was not caring, like many other proxies.

But right now, he grabbed the young woman, pulling her into his chest. Pain and confusion were clear in his features as he shushed her cries, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear in an attempt to calm her raggedy breaths.

Ben couldn’t quite understand what they said through Toby’s aged phone, her cries stumbling in front of her murmurs. The brunette stroked the woman’s hair, kissing the crown of her head. “M-maus…tuh-that was…did i sc-scare you?” He asked quietly.

The young woman’s breaths had slowed, but her body still shivered within his embrace. Ben could see one of her hands gripping his clothing like a lifeline, stained with scarlet red and dirt.

She took a minute to answer before whispering. Ben barely caught what she said. “Don’t…don’t leave me. Stay here. Please I can’t be alone…Don’t l-leave me alone again.”

Toby took in the message, nodding slowly. The girl didn’t seem to be all there mentally, and apparently Toby caught up on that, deciding not to question any further. He hoisted her up in his arms instead, and carried her body somewhere further into the house.

She still pleaded uselessly in his arms, voice slowly lowering as they disappeared into the house.

Aside from small thuds, nothing else happened. The cat trudged around a few times before heading to the bedroom, and that was it.

Ben turned off his phone, staring at Jack’s pristine walls.

Yeah, just like he thought. Toby Rogers was always up to some shit, huh.

He’d have to check more on that later.

After finally convincing the brunette to leave the bed, you force him into the bathroom, shoving a towel in his hand. He grumbled something about your freezing floor, that it was wet and slippery. You paid him no mind, instead leaving to pick up the hoodie he left you with, so long ago.

It wasn’t tied to a tender memory; it was in fact part of a large font of your trauma. You still blamed yourself for what happened that day despite its inevitability. But the hoodie itself was a reminder that you survived. That someone cared.

You walk your way back to the bathroom’s door, rapping your knuckles lightly on the wood. “I got some clothes for you.” You call out for your intruder.

The door opens in no time. Toby emerges with his chestnut hair washed clean of all the blood, skin warm from the hot water and dripping onto your floor. Your face flushed warm red, at the realization that he was also butt naked.

“…i gave you a towel, y’know .” Your eyes avidly avoid his wet body.

“After the n-nuh-nasty shit you said…you scared of some s-skin?” He chuckles at you, taking the hoodie and sweatpants you gathered for him and dressing right in front of you.

“It’s different...” You murmur. While he is busy adjusting the garments, your eyes roam his body with desire. You want to indulge your mind, let it boil with need and fantasies again.

But there’s something else bothering you.

“Y-you’re staring.” He tells you, shoulder twitching up. Another tick cracks his head to the side. A hand finds your waist, lips already making their way down your neck.

You suppress a yelp as his head bumps against yours, jerking to the side again. He doesn’t bother apologizing this time, only sighing with frustration. He’s still close and personal as he pulls away.

“Hey, um.” You open and close your lips like a fish out of water. What if it ruins everything? It could. But you need to know. “Who’s…blood…who’s blood was that, Toby?”

He stares down at you, those pools of darkness studying your face with that same analytical stare. Whenever Toby looked at you like this, with this cold and distant calculation, you couldn’t help but feel like a rabbit lured into a trap. The predator watches you calmly from afar.

Planning, so as to not waste its meat.

“N-not important.” He says. His expression remains firm, a wall being placed between you.

A chill crawled its way down your spine.

The silence is thick between you. His head twitched again, nose scrunching up with annoyance.

“Toby…” Your voice is soft with fear, though you hope he might mistake it for tenderness.

“Don’t.” The brunette lets go of your body, walking out of the short corridor. His long legs walk with confidence, the kind that shows he isn’t afraid of treating your house as his own. “I’m m-making coffee.” He announces.

Your cat, who had been hidden somewhere between the kitchen and the laundry room, emerges to rub her back against Toby’s calves.

A sigh leaves your lips as he moves around your kitchen.

You sit at the counter slowly, tentatively, afraid of reigniting that restless anger that seemed to take a hold of him whenever you mentioned his shady attitudes.

He curses to himself, arm twitching and dropping coffee grounds all over the counter. It’s really almost painful how much he fits in your kitchen, playing house here with you.

This man that chased you down streets. That pinned you many times. That had made you aware of every stare around you for weeks, in fear of finding those hazel eyes watching, planning their next attack.

He dared to show up in your house, covered in blood and call you a bitch. You weren’t mad enough, and the guilt sat heavy in your chest.

But it was hard to not want him. Much more so when he quieted the demons that had been plaguing you. None of your living nightmares reached you when Toby was present.

“Y-you give up school?” He starts. You feel he isn’t asking this kindly. There is a- barely there- evil satisfaction in the question.

“No..? Why did- oh.” Those five days where you had no idea what happened to you. Toby did, apparently. “Wha- Were you stalking me again?” You fidget in the cheap rotatory chair. You had bought the pair of them in a promotion at a Home Depot when you had just moved in.

They were ridiculously wobbly, barely holding any of your anxious weight.

“…Uhm.” Is all he answers, pouring the hot water over the poorly added grains to the filter. There was an alarming quantity of coffee in there. “Y-you pissed me off. T-then stopped showing up. Thought you were a-avoiding m-me.”

“Well how would I know you were following me to campus? I wasn’t avoiding you. I was just-“ What? Busy being completely insane?

Busy descending into utter madness? Whatever excuse you thought of murmuring to him stayed stuck behind your teeth.

“C-coffee.” He pushes a mug toward you, one that you barely remember buying. You thank him silently and take a sip; god, was it bitter. You swallowed it down, nostrils flaring, and lips pursing. “Is it buh-bad?”

You shake your head and take another sip, this time hoping to have fooled him better.

“Liar.” He murmurs, taking a sip out of his own mug. Toby’s face scrunches in a grimace and he throws the beverage into the sink behind him. He turns back to you and both of you chuckle sheepishly.

The moment, soft as it is, is ruined by Toby. Still smiling he tells you: “You’re a-always lying, aren’t y-you?”The easy smile that grazed your features drops in an instant. “D-did all that…a-and you still think I’m a f-ff-freak.” His own smile gives way to a cold anger that doesn’t suit him.

“No…!” You shake your head at him, moist hair sticking to your skin. “ That’s so unfair. You’re the liar! You chased me down in my own house..! You won’t tell about the blood you came covered in! And I didn’t…I didn’t…” Your eyes well up with tears. Something shifts under his expression, something quiet and desperate that you can’t quite identify.

You did remember now, Tim’s threat. Brian telling you to make fun of Toby. To get him away from you. But you regretted it deeply.

“D-didn’t what…?” He rounds the counter toward you, right hand gripping its edge once he stops in front of your chair, spinning you roughly to look him in the eye. If the situation were any less tense you would have laughed at the long squeak that it made.

“…I didn’t mean it…” You whisper.

“And still chose to say it.” He growls back to you. “Y-you do think tuh-that. You p-prefer-“ He’s awfully close as you interrupt him.

“You don’t know what I prefer! You don’t even know me…!” A stray tear falls down your cheeks and your stomach coils with embarrassment. “You keep acting like I owe you this time you spent chasing me around, ‘teaching’ me, because you saved me– but I don’t! You didn’t-“ Your voice cracks with a sob. “-didn’t have to. I didn’t ask you to. You could’ve left.”

He looks at you lost in his own mind. His eyes study you with pity and…recognition. Toby scratches his head– it twitches to the side, a few more jerks interrupting his movements. You can see his discomfort clear as day but he doesn’t seem surprised by your words. As if you have been here before.

You clean the tears hastily even as others keep spilling out of you. The sobs keep coming and your breath starts to catch in your throat.

None of this would have happened if you hadn’t been so mean to that guy. If you hadn’t slapped him in the face, if you hadn’t rejected him so many times; you could have simply walked away from his disgusting comments.

But no. You brought this on yourself, and then he and his friends followed you after class.

The brunette reaches out hesitantly. But eventually you feel the warmth of Toby’s slender arms enveloping your body, and you have no energy to push him away. All you can do is cry into his chest, defeated; It has a strange sense of deja-vu.

“I-if you’ll feel buh-b-better…I wasn’t s-ss-saving you. It was work.” He murmurs into your hair. Your breath is just starting to calm, so you let him continue. “He was s-sticking his n-nose where he shouldn’t.”

You feel hairs rise at your nape. He said this before.

“…was someone seeing what they shouldn’t today..?” Your voice is meek, struggling to leave your throat.

“S-ss-something like that.” His tone is almost indifferent. But you feel the way his hands tighten around you, the jolts of his body increasing ever so slightly.

“But I saw something…didn’t I?” You say, heartbeat fast.

Toby takes a long minute to answer, and you start to wonder if he will at all. He kisses the top of your head, your body slowly releasing its final sobs, and pulls away to look you in the eye.

“…You’re different.” He says, hazel eyes intensely boring into your own. “T-that scumbag d-dragged you into it.”

You gulp dryly. “…and…Mi-my friend?” You hesitate before saying his name.

“Your f-friend is stupid. D-don’t talk about him.” Toby’s tone is cutting, leaving no space for arguing.

You nod, quietly avoiding his intense stare. “But how did you know where…where-uhm. That alleyway.” You ask slowly, wanting to take advantage of his sudden openness but afraid he would once again shut you out.

“I-I was following you.” He says plainly, as if speaking of the weather.

Your eyes snap back to his. “You told me you didn’t do it for me..!”

“Y-you had some t-things on your backpack. S-ss-school name on it.” He answers. His head cracks to the side with a pop; once, twice. And then his shoulder jerks up against you, where his arms still clings lazily to your waist.

You scrunch your eyebrows. “My pins..?” His answer is a noncommittal shrug, eyes wandering boredly around the room. “So, you-“

“(Y/N). “ He calls, sighing. “He w-went to the ss-same school. I fff-followed you and found h-him. My job was t-to kill him. I kill people.” Toby says, matter of factly. “Cuh-can we do something else, n-nnow?” He purrs, settling his forehead against yours.

Your mouth is agape, still processing the wild things he told you. Did you really let this maniac fuck you senseless?

His head twitched to the side. Once, twice. A knee bumped into yours. “…ss-stop looking at muh-me like that.” He grumbled. Before any replies could form in your mind, he hoisted you in his arms.

You yelped in protest, legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct, attempting not to fall. He carried you away from the chair and into your room again.

“Toby…!” You half-heartedly complained. Butterflies danced in your stomach as he flopped down on the bed. He sat at its edge with you now straddling his lap.

Your lips opened and closed, whatever you had thought to say lost within the lovestruck stare Toby held unshakably on you. Analyzing your face with devotion, as if to commit every bit to memory.

He inched a hand toward your hair. Toby carefully entangles his fingers through it, to hold you gently at the nape of your neck. “I c-can’t believe I hadn’t…You’re b-beautiful. And I hadn’t n-n-noticed. S-ss-supposed to be just another s-student.” He told you, gaze lost in a daze.

Your face flashed red, his hand lowering slowly to rest at the crook of your neck. His head jolted to the side again, cracking loudly within the quiet house.

“What do you mean, you hadn’t noticed?” You ask, leaning closer.

“W-watched you walk around f-ff-for a bit.” He pondered before continuing. “Wasn’t p-paying attention to you. T-then you led me right t-to him. Slapped t-the attitude outta ‘im. It was g-gorgeous.” His gruesome scar stretches as he smiles softly.

“I can’t believe you saw that…” You murmur, looking away from Toby.

He chuckles, leaning forward to place a delicate kiss to the corner of your lips. Heat graces your body once again, and you take his lips on your own.

The kiss is gentle and patient this time. Unlike before, when both of you devoured each other as if in fear of one of you leaving, changing your minds. That either of you would realize that this relationship was doomed to fail, dangerous and impulsive as it was.

But this kiss was certainty and safety. Tongues colliding with sensual care, hands roaming each other tenderly. Toby’s familiar twitching under your touch.

Toby pulled away after a minute, both of you still breathing each other in. “It was r-really hot, y-y’know. He was t-twice your size and y-you just-“ He trails off, hazel eyes watching you with wonder.

“You’re still thinking about that?” You lift one eyebrow. “God, you’re such a loser.” His only answer is a lovestruck smile reddened at the corners. His cheeks burned at your remark, but he made no move to deny your claims. You shook your head at him, sighing.

Your phone vibrated where it fell on the floor. Your head snapped toward it. No notifications. It continued to buzz, in spite of the many cracks littering the dark screen.

“W-who’s that?” Toby asks, eyes pointed to the device as well. His shoulder tensed with a jolt, leg bouncing and twitching under you. “P-pick it up.” He ordered.

You narrowed your eyes at him, clecnching your jaw. “Don’t order me around.” You complained, voice firm and low.

His eyes softened as they returned to your face, but the distrust still crawled underneath his expression. “Puh-please.”

Suspicion still heavy in your features, you slowly leave your spot in his lap and pick the phone. You sat beside Toby ag the edge of the bed, but it wouldn’t turn on.

Another message buzzed in your hands. The screen lit up this time, various glitching spots surrounded the cracks, making it impossible to see anything behind the colorful stripes.

A green text bubble popped up in front of them.

“oh hey tobes”

“sup”

Toby’s face paled beside you. You still stared at the messages, incredulous, when he snatched the phone from your hands.

“S-since w-when has he-“ He started but another message surged on the screen.

“since u fucked up her date lol”

“she needs ur help btw”

“slendy is hgetting to her”

He threw the phone behind him and onto your bed, your mouth agape.

“W-what’s he told you?” Toby asked, clenching his jaw. His fingers mercilessy scratched at the sweatpants you had landed him. They barely reached all the way to his ankles.

“I…he was just worried.” You started, afraid of his reaction. “He helped me figure out some stuff-“

“W-what stuff?” He growled. Toby’s muscles were tense, body jolting and jolting as if he himself started to glitch.

“…my memories.” You swallowed thickly. His eyes snap to yours, something between anger and guilt simmering inside those bottomless pools of hazel. “You already knew i was forgetting things…! Don’t look at me like that.”

“Sure. A-and what d’you f-ffigure out?” He asks, with what you perceive as disdain twisting his expression.

“He helped me remember these masked people. They’d told me to get away from you…”You whispered. A few bitten off curses left his lips, as he sprung to his feet in a hurry. He shoved his jeans back on, angrily tugging them right over the burrowed sweats. “What are you doing? Toby…talk to me.” Your voice shook as you took shy steps his way. He shoved on his boots hastily, either not hearing or ignoring you.

Cold sweat built atop your skin, dreading that he might leave you alone. Alone to the visions, to the confusion, the forgetting.

“Please, just talk to me! Are you angry? I-I didn’t…I wasn’t going to! To stop talking…they just got me scared for a bit, i wasn’t-i wouldn’t…” You gesture wildly, looking everywhere but his eyes.

Toby slips the hatchets back in place, hooked to his tool belt. He stops for a second, limbs still twitching restlessly.

“It’s n-nnot about you, muh-maus.” He mumbles. He thugs at your waist, your lip quivering. You felt miserable, begging him to stay like this. But what other option did you have? You shivered as the bloody corridor resurfaced your mind. God, please, not again. “G-gotta talk t-to someone.” He leaned to kiss the crown of your head, but his neck twitched, nose bumping into your hair instead.

He murmured a laughed out ‘sorry’, and kissed your head properly this time. You chuckled along, relishing in the few minutes of peace you had left.

“D-don’t look so ss-sad. I’ll s-start thinking you like muh-me.” He tells you, smiling down at you.

You fight to keep your own smile, anxious over what awaits you after he leaves. You worm your hands toward Toby’s face, craddling it to give him a gentle kiss.

Despite the longing in his eyes, he doesn’t let himself linger any longer, disappearing through your unlocked window.

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