Under Control (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Chapter Eighteen

"Mind if I sit there?" he politely gestured to the chair in front of me. I nodded, keeping my focus on him. He introduced himself and I began to see why he felt recognizable. He looked like the nephew I shot down, perhaps not as rednecky, but still. As It came back, I  stared at his forehead, imagining a bullet in it. Horrible isn't it?

"So, you new around here?" He asked, his pale blue eyes lightening up. I shook my head.

"Na, I was raised in a town close to here."

He looked around, clearly trying to find a subject to talk about. "Hey, you seem pretty cool, maybe... We could hang out?"

I shrugged, it would be nice to have someone polite and non-murderous around. "Why not?"

"Perhaps, I could take you for a walk? There's a nice park around the block," he smiled innocently.  How could I say no to that smile?

"Okay," And so I gathered my stuff and sipped my coffee every once in awhile. He chatted with a small, cute smile that I adored. Dang, I really need to stop immediately falling in love with people.

"Hey, did you know there's a creek near there? Has a really neat bridge," he gestured to a small trail.

I nodded, "Yeah, I remember my dad taking me there and I'd try to hijack the duck food machine for the ducks and geese."

(And yes, true story, a field trip to a park, there was a duck food machine that took a quarter for a handful. So someone managed to break it so it gave more and more as you'd turn the knob.)

"Wanna go there?" 

I shrugged, "Sure."

He smiled, taking my hand but I instantly took it back, "Dude, I only met you half an hour ago." He slumped and gave me puppy dog eyes. Is he this desperate?

"Aww, come on, it's just hand-holding," he tried to reach my hand again, but I recoiled and he sighed, giving up. Yes, he is this desperate.

As he walked me to the bridge through the trail, he kept glancing my way. This made me feel real uneasy. I felt him try to hold my hand again but I retracted again, "Dude, seriously, stop it."

He sighed, clearly annoyed at my reluctant behavior. In a quick three seconds, his hand grabbed my wrist and he slammed me into a tree. Grasping for breath, I cursed at him, anger flashing lividly in my dim (e/c) eyes. His chest holding me against the tree. He may seem like an innocent tall, skinny dude, but he had the strength of an anvil compared to mine. You got to be kidding me, I angerily thought, trying to fight back. He smiled, towering over me. Pressing himself against me, his hand gracing over my thigh, making me feel disgusted.

Sometimes, I hate people, especially murderers, though i am one myself. I, however, did not hate a murderer at this time.

I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted as every move i tried failed. Yet, my eyes flashed open as I heard him screech, but it ended instantly.

"Try it. I dare you."

Oh god, I love murderers.

A knife firmly against his neck made his body tense and let me go. Instantly, I squirmed out of his grasp and tried to take in deep breaths. I looked to who was holding the knife and I couldn't help but smile at the perfect timing.

"You know, t-this... This is not fine," Toby whispered in the dude's ear. I knew Toby was just going to end him, however I felt I had to do something. Justice was to be served.

"Toby," I stared at Toby who gave me a very emotionless look as he held the dude at his will. I smiled, "Take out the vocals."

"What?" Toby mouthed.

"Agh, let me do it. Hand me your switchblade," Toby didn't question it and tossed the switchblade that had been in his pocket. Flicking the warm blade up, I slowly made way towards to the not-so-innocent-after-all dude. "Don't yell," I ordered, smiling still. I jerked his mouth open and stuck the blade in his throat. Where was this coming from? Murder fantasies? Who knows and who cares? It was clear when his protest cleared to nothing that I have definitely damaged them for good.

I may be getting carried away, but by the looks of things, Toby was amused and curios and I was now having fun with this. No one will hurt me without me doing something back. "Hold him down." Toby nodded once and slammed the guy against the ground and then held him firmly down. "Alright, flip him over- I want to see his face." Again, Toby obliged and flipped the dude over.

I felt amusement take over while I looked at the dude's scarred face, piercing with fear as he tried to yell, scream, nothing will ever come out. Gradually, I reached for Toby's hatchet that was in his belt. Toby tried to picture what exactly I was planning. I then told the dude to eagle spread and he did it, trying to plead but his pleas can't be heard anymore.

"When I was young I thought of being a veterinarian. Ha ha, lookie know." I lurched forward slamming the hatchet into his leg, and then his stomach. Toby had gotten up and watched as I practically used the hatchet as a smoothie maker for his intestines. It was a cherry smoothie.

Once the deed was done and justice was served, I left the hatchet stuck in his rib cage and got half way up, my knees still on the ground. I sighed, tilting my head back as beads of sweat rushed from my hairline. That was a helluva work out.

(Just a heads up: I was about to change how that dude got killed and I loved the way it would happen, but as I wrote it I realized how fucking horrible and gut-wrenching it was and I had to rewrite it to something less-bad. So, you better be thankful I didn't do that. I mean I can explain it how I wanted it to go down to you, but that's only if you ask me.)