A TicciWork Series (DISCONTINUED)

                      The day after I arrived, I woke up, and immediately heard knocking at the door. I grabbed my hoodie off the post of my bed and opened the door, ruffling my hair. Toby was standing there, hatchets in hand, a panicked look on what little face he had exposed beyond the mask and goggles. 

"C-Clockwork..!" He spoke, his turrets taking advantage of his speech, "Have you seen Ann anywhere?" 

I raised an eyebrow at him, rubbing my eye. "Toby, I JUST woke up," I said, trying not to lose my patience with this guy, "And for the record I have NEVER met the girl, so I don't even know who you're talking about."

Toby sighed a bit; in what I could only assume was aggravation, and said "Alright, here's the         s-situation," he said,  "I may have been making fun of my friend H-Hoodie, and I may have crossed a line when I b-brought my other friend Masky into it, and he may h-have shot me in the hand." He then raised his hand, which now had a bullet-sized hole in it; something I had somehow not noticed. Maybe because he was so composed and...not screaming in pain.

"Well," I said, peering at his hand, "I have no idea how you're so Alright with a hole in your hand, but I'll help you find this 'Ann' chick. Maybe while we're looking you can explain to me why you act like this is just a minor, painless inconvenience." I put on my shoes, grabbing my knives, and walked out, Toby walking Next to me, as we went to look for Ann. 

"For starters," Toby explained, hands in his pockets, leaving a growing bloodstain in one of them,  "I was born with severe nerve damage, leaving me with various disorders, such as my Tourette Syndrome, as well as C.I.P.A, which I think stands for Congenital I-Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis, making me numb to any and a-all pain." He peered down at me, since I'm a half-foot shorter than him. "It comes in handy when you're I-In the same field of w-work as me, but it can a-also be pretty dangerous, since I could bleed out and die and not even know something was wrong. It keeps me o-on my toes." 

"Oh," I responded, gesturing to his now completely red pocket, "Like right now?" 

"Wait. SHIT," he said, pulling his hand out of his pocket, before looking down at his hoodie, which now had a dark red patch of blood, as well as his now stained glove, "Oh M-Mother FUCKER."

I snickered a bit, seeing his distraught face, but stopped when he looked over, clearly pissed off, and cleared my throat, putting a blank expression on my face. "That's unfortunate.."

"Y-Yeah, no SHIT," he said, aggravation in his tone, "This is my FAVORITE hoodie! Someone really close to me gave this to me, and I always get blood on it..!" 

'Someone close to him..?' I thought, 'Who would that be..?' I shook my head a little, trying to think. 'Ugh, nevermind That. He's been a lot nicer to me in a day than most people my whole life. I should help him out. "Let me see your hoodie."

"Wait what?" He said, raising an eyebrow, general confusion in his voice, "Why?"

"Just give it to me, alright?" I replied, a blank expression on my face, "I'm not gonna do anything to it; I just need to borrow it." 

He paused for a few moments. I could see that he was listing his options, a contemplative look on his face. "Alright," he finally said, taking off the hoodie, "Just Don't destroy it, okay? I don't let many people within 3 feet of this when I'm not wearing it. But you seem chill, so I trust you." He was wearing a black t-shirt with a waffle on it underneath the hoodie, and I chuckled a bit upon seeing it. 

"Go find Ann, Alright?" I said, taking the stained hoodie, "Then come find me after your hand is patched up." 

The brunette nodded, walking off to find the girl who I still didn't know, and I went to go find the laundry room, as well as some Hydrogen peroxide. 

(///TIMESKIP BECAUSE IM LAZY\\\)

I folded the now freshly washed hoodie and placed it on his bed. The sign on his door said "Keep Out Unless you're cool", and since I just got the blood off his Hoodie, I assumed I fell under this category. I walked out, and back to my room, and closed my eyes to take a nap...

Until I heard knocking again. 

I groaned and got up, opening the door, and no less than a second after I did, I felt two arms wrap themselves around me, as well as the softness of that hoodie I just washed. As soon as I processed that this person was hugging me, they pulled away, and I saw Toby, and what I could only assume was him smiling down at me through the mouth guard. 

"Thanks, Clocky!" He said, hands in his pockets, "I really o-owe you one!"

"Don't worry about it..!" I said back, raising an eyebrow, "And, since your pocket isn't red yet, I'm assuming Ann fixed your hand?"

Toby raised his now bandaged hand, confirming my theory correct. "Mmhm!" He replied, giving me a thumbs up, "Good as new!"

I gave him a thumbs up back, smiling a little. "Well that's good to hear..!" I said, chuckling a bit.

Toby put his hands back in his pockets, and turned the other way. "I've gotta go get some work for Slendy done, but hey; I'll see you later?"

I smiled a little wider, putting my Hands in my own pockets. "Definitely." I replied, nodding. 

"C-Cool..!" He said back, walking off, "See ya, Clocky..!" 

I stared at him as he walked off, as I tried to understand this guy. I have no idea what he's been through, or how he even got here, but I know that he's probably the only one this cheery and nice; even JANE has some rough patches. But this guy...he was just a good person. At least, so far. He seems like a firefly in a pitch black night; him just BEING here, and being happy in a place like this, well, it kinda makes you happy as well. Thinking more and more about it, my face heated up, and I could feel my heart beating a little faster. Something was wrong, but I didn't know what. 

And then it hit me. 

"God Damnit."

(Oh my god 1082 words wtf. Well, I hope you liked this. Comment below what you thought. Constructive Criticism is always welcome, *I don't think I ever mentioned this* and I do not own any characters used. Laterz!)