Hatchets (Ticci Toby x Reader)

«Resistance»

The pulsing never stopped, the ringing never stopped. The pain that came with the horrid sounds never stopped.

Sleep was out of the question for the girl. The constant ringing that was in her brain had eventually numbed to a static drone.

She couldn't remember anything of value. She had no clue who she was or why she was even here.

The only thing that came clear to her was the faceless man that would consistently appear before her, but he always wanted her to do something for him; if it meant to kill some people or to stalk some people, she was always required to do so, even if she didn't want to, it was like her will wasn't even hers In begin with.

Her mind was so deranged to the point that everything was more emphasized within her brain.
The sounds of bugs in the woods or the crunching of leaves would penetrate her senses it was inescapable.

Due to this she wasn't able to find any peace within her own mind to even consider sleep. The world around her was to awake for her to even close her eyes.

That and the constant paranoia. The whispers were violent and brutal to her. Constantly degrading her and trying to get her to do demented things.

She had scabs growing near her ears due to the constant rough scratching she would cause herself, mainly just trying to get the whispers to stop. They were far worse than the world around her.

The faceless man hasn't visited her in a while, he hasn't given her any instructions or help for that matter. "Fucking useless." She mutters under her shaky breath.

She coughs violently into her arm, coughing so hard that little specs of blood splatter out.

Grunting, she wipes the blood away and begins to stand up.

She swayed a bit before the started to walk, her cleaver swinging with her mellow arms.

She didn't know her name, didn't know where she was or even the date for that matter.

The only thing that she remembers is that the faceless man was there when she woke up and he had given her instructions.

She didn't even have a choice, she didn't even have a second thought because he had tapped into her mind and had made it to where he could manipulate her will.

It felt as if her thoughts were limited, as if she wasn't allowed to cross certain thoughts.

In a way it was, he was still controlling her will even though he could be anywhere by now. He was still connected to her mind.

It was just easier to not think, the more she thought the worse the static in her mind was. So it was just better to just do things instead of protest.

Jack couldn't smell her anymore, it was as if her scent dispersed somewhere, it was scattered and then suddenly simply disappeared.

Sniffing the air once more a grunt was heard, the perpetrator is non other than Toby seeing that Jack had finally come to an end of his own advantage.

"I don't understand, I thought you said t-that you could sniff h-er out?" The goggled man directed his frustration towards the masked killer, who in return was annoyed by Toby's constant nagging.

"Will you just shut up, I'm trying to help you. Haven't you heard the phrase 'Don't bite the hand that feeds you'?" Jack finishes his statement then starts to sniff the aroma of the thick air of the forest.

"Have you seen or talked to slender recently?" Jack asks, his attention now towards the brown haired killer.

Toby, caught off guard by this simply shakes his head no. As much as Jack could assume, Slender was in on this. That he was sure on, but why? What is so interesting about some human girl?

Grunting, Jack finally stands from his squatting position and starts to walk off, leaving Toby to be alone with his thoughts while he gathers his own.

The poor girl was alone and Afraid, the constant feeling of being watched was starting to get to her as she walked barefoot across the forest ground.

There were no thoughts or memories that crossed her mind, she didn't know who she was or anything, her mind felt like it was wiped clean.

The warm salt water of tears stained her cheeks as she mumbled away various sayings that didn't hardly make any sense.

"Rosy, Orange, mask."

The girl repeated in order over and over again. The words didn't correspond with her brain, they were just noises coming from her frown-like mouth.

Her lips chapped and her throat terribly dry. Her mind was numb to the nerve and her eyes were dilated due to the darkness that surrounds her frail being.

Her eyes that were once blurry begins to focus once again, her (e/c) orbs trace over some shapes in the distance before focusing completely.

Objects that appear so faint in her mind begin to ring up words and adjectives, her mind finally processing once again. 

Her feet take her to the once beloved play area, at least that's what the whispers tell her.

Her feet walk across the mulch, her feet barley registering the slight pains of the wood chips that linger below.

Her body pauses and she sits down onto a swing, the chains rattle ever so slightly as she sits there, her eyes looking above into the star lit sky.

There's a pounding inside her head as if someone was knocking from the inside, closing her eyes and furrowing her brows she sits there as head pains begin to occur.

"Rosy, Orange, Mask" the random words spew out of her mouth in rapid fire as images cross her mind, Orange, a little girl and a blue mask. The images show in a slide show motion as the scenes are the same three over and over and over again.

The knocking becomes banging as the images get more violent and angry. Besides her own voice there are several others speaking to her.

"Water."
"Run."
"Drowning."
"Dying."
"Breathless."
"Terror."
"Slender."

With a gasp her eyes open and the water starts to fill her lungs, moving violently through the depths of water.

Her limbs burst with desperation as they try to claw their way up to the surface, the feeling of oxygen escaping her already burning lungs cause an excruciating burning sensation within her chest.

Her eyes start to burn as they have been open for far too long. Not being able to hold onto the last bit of air, the air forces itself out from her burning lungs.

Just as the last of the bubbles slip out her hand becomes cold and grabs onto something, the something being grass.

Clutching onto the grass and dirt she begins to pull herself out of the body of water she was previously in.

Gasping desperate intakes of air, she starts to cough up the water that was previously flooding her lungs.

Her whole body burns with pain and aching limbs, her throat is hoarse and her eyes hurt.

Slowing down her breathing a bit she begins to cough some more before regurgitating all of the water that was within her.

The water mixed with the stomach acid leaves a foul taste in her mouth.

Her body shivers as a violent gust of wind passes through the air. Looking up and around the area around her nothing of familiarity crosses her mind.

"Rosy, Orange, mask."

Her voice rips through the air, her voice sounding weak with tone but strong with determination.

"Toby, I'm coming for you. I promise I'll find you again."

The feeling pins and needles course their way through her body, causing each step to become excruciating to the nerve.

But with the determination of finding Toby, the pain feels like nothing to her.

She grunts with each step, the feeling of thousands of weights being placed on her back causes her to let out a vocal groan of agony slip out.

The whispers are telling her numerous things, but right now she couldn't give a damn about those toxic voices. She needed to find Toby even if it was the last thing she'd do.