Praying for a sinner || Ticci Toby x Reader

A candlelit vigil was held tonight in Riverside Square to commemorate the one-week anniversary of the three Riverside students. The police were just about to close the case for the young female, who still remains missing, as their investigation had turned up no evidence on where her whereabouts may be. However, late last night a package arrived on police property with the young womans clothes. The clothes were covered in dirt and blood, but only a small amount of the blood belonged to her. They also found a hair on one of the articles of clothing that matched none of the victims but instead had turned up from another cold case of a young boy who brutally murdered his father and then lit his house on fire, a few towns over. When police reanalysed the blood they had found on a rock at the crime scene, it matched the DNA of the hair. The DNA belonging to a, Tobias Erin Rogers, if you have seen this man please contact authorities immediately or call our tip hotline. Thank you and goodnight.

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YOUR POV

Jane had come to wake me up early this morning, I think she views me as a friend. Which is weird but.. I'm not complaining about it. We had done a few small mundane activities this morning, she did my hair and my skincare, we ate breakfast, we took a walk around the mansion. Yes. A mansion. It was like a freaking maze in here. She talked me through everyone that lived here, but refused to give any information on why they were here or their backstories. I was slightly disappointed but didn't press. It's been a week now, I think. I'm still not quite sure why I'm here but I'll make do with what I have I suppose.

Jane and I were currently sat in the dining room, I was in the middle of telling her about my mum's cooking when all of a sudden yelling echoed through the main entryway, near the stairs. "Was it you?" The familiar voice yelled, Jane was on her feet in milliseconds and heading towards the confrontation, I was right behind her. Toby jumped down the last few steps and was in Tims face before I could even blink, Jane stood in front of me with her arm out to stop me from approaching any further. His face was a storm of fury, I don't think I'd ever seen him so angry. "Did you give the cops that box? Did you give them my fucking DNA?" He shouted, his voice a deep growl that made my stomach flip.

Tim held his gaze and gave a small shrug, oh he definitely did it, it's written all over his smug face. I thought it physically impossible for Toby to get any angrier. I was wrong. So very, very wrong. Toby shoved him so hard that I'm sure I heard one of Tims bones crack. Janes arm in front of me shifted me directly behind her in a protective stance and she yelled for Brian and Jeff. "It's what you fucking deserve, asshole." Tim retorted with a shove. Toby paused at the shove and his entire body rippled with a darkness that I'm sure came from the deepest depths of hell, his eyes darkened and the look in them... it was enough to make me lose sleep for days. A feather clenched in his jaw and in sheer moments he had Tim by the throat and off the ground. My god, he was strong... He slammed Tim backward onto a centrepiece table with such force that I swore the sound barrier broke, several people ran into the room and just stopped dead in their tracks. Like if they interfered it would be their lives on the line. "You motherfucker! I am going to fucking kill you." Toby growled through his teeth, his face mere inches away from Tims, which was starting to turn a light shade of purple. He kicked his legs and clawed at Tobys face and hands. Toby didn't even flinch.

Brian and Jeff came sprinting into the room and were attempting to drag Toby off. He didn't budge. He was like a fucking tank. Jeff slightly got him pried off enough for Brian to rip Tim out of his grasp, when they were finally separated Ej got involved. He and Jeff were attempting to hold Toby back while Brian attempted to help a coughing and hyperventilating Tim. All the hair on my body stood up when I felt it. That horrendous static. That terrifying, overwhelming feeling of his presence. I clenched my fists so hard, my knuckles turned white, and my muscles hurt. That ancient groan sounded in the floorboards again. His long hands gripped the doorframe, he pulled his crouched body through it and stood tall. My mouth went dry, and my heart started beating so quickly that I thought it would burst out of my chest and run away.