Imposter (Ticci-Toby X Reader)

Ticci Toby 9

I park the car in the driveway, nearly colliding with the garage door from the speed in which I pulled in.

My breaths are heavy and panicked as I pull the key out of the ignition, my other hand still tightly gripping the wheel. I glance at the seat next to me; Masky was slouched and looked completely worn. His eyes were droopy and sullen, and his fair skin seemed to now display a 'grayish' complexion.

"We're her-re," I finally utter out, causing him to raise his sunken head and look through the windshield. His eyebrows furrowed and he side-eyed me with a dark glance, "you've been hiding out here? This whole time?"

"Just...just for a-a while."

Part of me wonders if it was a wise idea to even bring Masky to (Y/N)'s home, but since I knew from the bottom of my heart he wasn't the murderer of the  other proxies, I had to protect him, I had to keep him safe.

He was the only, closest bond I had left...

Masky was hesitant to even listen to me, to even come with me. He throughly explained to me what happened, and everything started to line up. I still couldn't bring myself to believe the fact that (Y/N) was responsible for the massacre. They were just a normal person...they had a perfect life, in my eyes. Did they even understand what they were doing when they killed them? Don't they understand that they're putting themself in danger??

Admittedly, I felt slightly responsible...I intruded, I took over their life when I should've immediately went back to the mansion. I was just so...so entranced by their parents. With them...for once in a long time...I felt happy.

But I guess, all good things come to an end.

"Let's go," I order, finally pushing open the car door and slipping out of the seat. "I'm not going in there. This is some stranger's fucking house. An outsider's house. What the hell were you thinking?" Masky hounded me.

"That's the thing...I wasn't—."

"Yeah, like you never do. Disgraceful—"

I don't hear the rest of what Masky mumbles, as he finally noisily removes himself from the car, slamming the door shut. He declines my offer to help him, despite the fact he was limping and had open sores on his body from me beating him. I knew he hated me...even when I wasn't the one directly responsible for the deaths, everything still came to be because of me.

I lead him to the front door and quietly into the house. I'd planned to hide Masky in (Y/N)'s room so he could rest up till I could come up with a plan myself to get back to the mansion. I don't know of the whereabouts of (Y/N), but Masky did inform me that they seemed to imply wanting a way back to the mansion.

There's no way they could've found it themself, anyways. The mansion itself is completely shielded and hidden from outsiders.

I lead Masky into the bedroom and help him settle onto the bed.

"I don't get why you couldn't have taken us directly to the woods, Rogers. Why did we have to come here?" He argued with me, seemingly uncomfortable having to rest on someone else's bed. "If something's up at th-the mansion, you're not in a condi-ti-tion to face it. Plus I...."

I trail off, feeling uncomfortable at having to tell Masky the real reason I came back to this house.

"Don't tell me. You're attached to them. To people. To prey!"

I tighten my fists at his comment and suddenly roar out at him in anger, "They're not PREY."

Masky flinched at my outburst and remained silent. I stay leering at him, trying to calm myself and I eventually relax my fists, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I'm sorry."