#ticciwork fanfic
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★彡[!TICCIWORK+NINAKATE DOUBLE DATE ONESHOT!]彡★
So @crushedsweets and @necroromantics tricked me into writing this. It's bad so don't have any expectations alright. And not exactly a date scene, kinda?
Also I tried to do some research about Toby's tics but I didn't understand how to write them. If how badly written his tics makes you feel bad, please let me know and help me with fixing it!
There's nothing special about this, just a simple, light-hearted fluff, no warnings! Swearing maybe?
And meeting part is soooo sloopy I'm gonna cry and sorry for everything
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"C'mon, babe! It'll be fun!"
Nina could hardly stop herself from wrapping her arms around Kate's body as Nina cheerfully clapped her hands in the air. She knew that Kate wouldn't say anything to her even though she wasn't used to being touched, but she was still trying to learn not to hug her every second.
What, she was going to have a girlfriend who was worthy for planets and she wouldn't let her know how much she cared about her every second?
Bullshit!
"Not that I don't trust you but you sure?"
"Yeah! You already know Tobes and you'll just looove Clocky."
Kate took a deep breath as Nina cheerfully extended the word; she had tried her best to turn the tense expression on her lips into a smile, and Nina was struggling not to kiss her on the lips right there, right now. Kate was a wonderful person.
"...Alright."
Kate was a wonderful person, indeed.
After all, Kate had put aside her social awkwardness just for her and agreed to go on a double date with Nina's two favorite friends who happened to be her favorite couple!
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
The girl with purple and black hair throw her arms around the neck of the girl with messy black hair, fearing that she would experience an explosion of love if she controlled herself more.
"You're... cute when you, um, when, uh-"
Nina waited for her to finish her speech, looking into Kate's eyes with her own eyes, shining with joy.
"...Nevermind."
After giggling slightly, she did not neglect to plant a small kiss on Kate's cheeks.
"You're sooo cute when you're embarrassed."
"I'm not!"
Kate felt her heart tighten under the sweet expression of her lover, who gave her a puppy dog stare while trying to wipe the strawberry lipstick that formed on her cheek reflexively.
"Embarrassed..."
While Kate was talking, she gently pulled her hand away from her cheek. At the same time, Nina was admiring her precious treasure, which she valued more than anything. The way Kate's voice gradually became a whisper was so cute that she could feel her heart was going to explode.
"Whatever you say."
"Really."
Not taking the defiant gaze seriously, Nina waved her hand in the air, which had lesser bracelet compared to other.
"Believe you."
"You don't."
"Okay, okay."
After Nina didn't say anything for a while, she slowly decided to calm down Kate, who was caught up in a tsunami of thoughts in her own mind. Of course, Kate knew the other people who stayed in the forest, but she got really nervous in such situations, since she had never met anyone except Toby and Nina before, other than proxies. And that was so cute!
Kate, was like a highschooler waiting to be invited to the prom!
Sure, there was a very serious and heartbreaking truth behind this, but Nina was trying not to let Kate know that she was upset for her by looking at the positive side of the situation. Because she knew crying or pitying her would do neither of them any good.
"Actually, there are some things we should do."
Kate raised one eyebrow in the air with an inquiring expression.
"Like following them?"
"No, not like- why though?"
"To talk something."
While Kate tilted her head slightly forward, Nina reached out and held her hands to give her courage.
"That's very smart, too. But I mean other than that."
''Oh."
Nina raised her hands in the air, which were together with Kate's, as she spoke cheerfully.
"We need to go shopping. And we should buy something for the cutey couple. And I have to see the place, maybe do some decoration if necessary. Oh, also I need to do something cute but embarrassing for them and-!"
Kate didn't let her talk any more, she leaned Nina into her lap with a perfect move, which she used an extra effort while holding her because of Nina's imbalance.
And accompanied by autumn leaves falling from the trees, she kissed her girlfriend on the lips.
"Uh, hi, babe."
Nina didn't quite know what to say as she left the kiss.
She could have sworn her legs were shaking as Kate put her safely on her feet. Kate made a move to put on her mask and leave the forest. All this romance was too much for her.
Still, ignoring the voices telling her to walk, she turned around and checked on Nina.
"Comin'?"
"Um, yeah!"
Pausing, Nina came to Kate with a sudden run and took her hand.
"So, we also need to buy you new clothes-"
While Nina was starting to talk cheerfully, she suddenly felt the need to put her empty hand to her mouth and apologize.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I love your style but it's just-"
"Get you, no worry."
Kate slightly increased the squeeze on Nina's hand to reassure, and then reinstated it again.
"You're the best! Maybe we can buy couple t-shirts, too! And Megadeth stuff, I guess. I know you like them."
Kate was lucky to have her mask on.
And she was the luckiest person in the world to have such a girlfriend.
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"So, yeah."
Clockwork straightened up on the sofa where she and her boyfriend Toby were sitting, and joined arms. While talking normally, she was literally shocked when Toby suddenly told her that she and Nina and Kate were going out on a double date two days later.
"The fuck did ya' get us in?"
While raising one eyebrow in the air, Toby also moved to a proper sitting position, both excited and nervous. Although it was too difficult for him to make eye contact, he looked at Clockwork's right eye. He was careful not to look at her clock, since he could het distracted easily by the movements of the clock.
"Dunno, she-she was making the eyes and- and I... it happened, o-okay!"
Clockwork took a deep breath with an exasperated attitude.
"How the hell did you survive 'til this time?"
Toby tried to put on a cool expression with a big smile, but failed.
"I'm that cool."
"You're that dumb."
He waited hesitatingly while he held out his girlfriend's hands to take his. When he did not take a negative attitude from her, he took her hands in his own palms. He knew that she didn't like to be touched suddenly because of her past, so he was showing lots of effort in order to avoid hurting her.
"C-come on, Clocky, just come f-for me!"
"Know what? Screw it-"
As Clockwork took a deep breath again, she decided to give her approval to this meeting idea. After all, although Toby would ask her for many things for his entertainment, there would be very few things that he would actually ask her to do. Besides, she could already get along with Nina, and it wouldn't be bad if she met Kate, whom Toby often talks about.
"Please, p-please, please-"
"Let me finish, asshole."
Toby was already in the begging position.
"Oh, sorry sweetie."
"Don't call me sweetie."
Clockwork hadn't said that to seem rude, she just didn't like being called by an affectionate nickname, and she knew Toby was doing it to annoy her. It wasn't that she was really angry or anything, she was just making Toby realize once again how stupid and cute he was.
"I'll come but-"
Unable to hold himself any longer, Toby jumped out of the coach into the air, reflecting on the exact meaning of the word excitement, and joyfully shook his fists in a sign of victory. Then he joyfully held out his hand to take Clockwork's hands and rotate them.
"You're the best! Love ya'!"
"Fuck you, Toby!"
Clockwork certainly didn't like being interrupted in the middle of something important, and this case was no exception.
"Sorry sorry."
A devilish smile formed on Clockwork's lips as Toby instantly apologized.
Oh, how innocent and pure he was.
"I'll come only if you agree on that butterfly tattoo."
"Done!"
Her evil smile turned to a surprised feature when she saw that Toby had so easily accepted getting a butterfly tattoo on his waist area to make fun of, which had been a matter of discussion for months. This tattoo thing was a conversation that had been going on between them for months, and even though Toby found tattoos cool, he refused this offer since he didn't want to do something ridiculous.
"What kind of a speel she put you on?"
Toby leaned his head forward in a slightly embarrassed attitude. Every time he would talk about his past, he would do this.
"I-it's just, just I never had a co-cool girlfriend and real frien-ds and I want them to li-ke-ke each other so."
She could feel an anger beginning to bubble up inside her. She didn't like anything Toby had experienced in his past, and she hated everyone, especially his father, except his older sister and his mother. Toby didn't deserve for anything he went through as a child to happen to him.
She knew she couldn't undo the past, but now was in her hands, and she wasn't going to let anyone treat him like that again.
"D-don't know, just ram-ramblin'."
When he realized Toby was also uncomfortable with this topic, she changed the subject.
"Just promise me you'll don't say how 'awesome' I am in every two seconds."
She loved the way Toby's eyes shone like a puppy dog's. She could have given up almost anything for this view.
"Does t-that mean no butter-flies?"
"Nah, that's settled."
Almost.
"I had a h-hard child-hood and I was always-ways afraid of need-les because of-"
"Don't push your luck, kiddo."
When Toby started smiling, she realized that he was teasing her just to get away from the tattoo, and she decided to put a stop to it.
"Finee."
When Toby extended the word and saw that there was silence, he put a big smile on his face.
"Ever told ya' I love ya'?"
"We need to go shopping now."
Clockwork suddenly got up from the sofa and pointed to the door of the room where they were sitting.
"Why?"
Toby looked at the place she was pointing with a meaningless expression.
"To buy them a gift and normal clothes for you."
He suddenly put her hands on his chest with an expression as if he was betrayed.
"Hold o-on, what's wrong with my clot-hes?"
"All are muddy or blood stained."
"...Fair e-enough."
He had spoken in such a hoarse voice that it was almost certain Clockwork had not heard him.
He sometimes underestimated his lover's perfectly sharp ears too much.
"Let's go then."
When Clockwork pointed to the door again, Toby raised one eyebrow in surprise.
"Now?"
"Now."
He suddenly directed his gaze to his feet.
"Aw, man. That's suck."
Clockwork was content to just shrug.
"Your fault."
Toby said nothing, only came closer to Clockwork, who was waiting for him to leave the living room, and together they made their way to the bathroom of the cottage to make preparations for landing in the city.
They weren't holding hands, but the fact that their shoulders were touching was good enough for both of them.
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"Alright, so which one would you prefer?"
Nina held up the crop shirts she was holding, which had two different style cuts, one completely black and one completely pink; and because she was indecisive, she was asking Kate which one was more beautiful.
Kate, who wanted to finish shopping and go home as soon as possible, was disturbed by the brightness of the store's fluorescent lights and the noise of a pop song playing in the background. She leaned forward, bringing her back to a hunched position on the soft stool in which she was sitting. Fashion was definitely not her specialty, and she was surprised every time that Nina had such an impressive style.
"Both?"
"Aww, sweetheart, I'd love to buy both for myself but you know, I'm still paying for Christmas gifts."
After Nina made a noise like she was watching a kitten, Kate decided she didn't want to disappoint her. She couldn't do it reven if she wanted to anyway, she only felt that way because she wasn't used to get so much love.
She ran her fingers around the clothes rack behind her for a while, looking at the crops with a sensitivity that would hurt if she touched them, trying to choose the one that reminded her Nina most.
"Hmm, maybe... this one?"
There was a pretty cute butterfly pattern on the purple crop top she held. Instead of childish butterflies, this one was a stylish butterfly that could have been more of a music band's album cover, Nina's eyes literally lit up when she noticed the elegance of the outfit in her girlfriend's hand.
"Oh my god, you're a genius, Kate!"
Since Nina took the cloth from Kate's hands without thinking, Kate's efforts to look at the price tag were interrupted.
"Nina-"
"What? Something wrong?"
Not understanding why Kate was uneasy, Nina shook her head from side to side, had officially forgotten about her surroundings due to the excitement provided by a beautiful piece. Even though she had a ton of clothes in her closet.
"... No."
"That's like the best thing I've ever seen and I'll buy this one no matter what. But, let's check the price first!"
After grasping something through the outfit with her long nails, Kate quickly realized that the real smile on her face had been replaced by a fake one.
Nina spoke in a slightly trembling tone of voice.
"Kate, dear, you really want this one?"
"That's okay."
Kate didn't want her to but something so expensive, she would have liked to give it to her girlfriend as a gift, but she had no money left since she had invested all her money in some games and CDs last month.
Although she was trying to make a mental note of stopping by the store at midnight, she had a bad headache because of the brightness which prevented her from thinking.
Kate grimaced with a sudden headache, but Nina misinterpreted her expression and bowed down in front of Kate, thinking that she had upset her.
"No, no, no, don't do that face, my baby. Please, I'll get it, okay?"
"Don't buy it. It was just a rec."
It wasn't easy for her to speak when she was trying to massage her aching head with her fingers.
"But you liked it! We got everything you wanted and this is not an exception."
"But..."
Kate had realized what a misunderstanding there had been, and she wanted Nina to know this, and stop her from buying it. Nevertheless, Nina thought that she would tell her not to buy it again because of her previous sentence. That's why she tried to soften the atmosphere with a joke.
"No. If you liked it, everyone'll literally fall in love with me."
"Toby?"
Nina, who thought the question was whether Toby's falling in love with her or not, eagerly replied.
"Yes, even Toby."
Stopping to question what kind of misunderstanding she had fallen into, Kate raised one of her bony fingers and pointed to a person at the entrance of the store. He was not wearing his usual glasses and had used an ordinary surgical mask instead of his classic mask to hide the wound on his cheek.
"No, Toby."
When Nina looked at the place where Kate's finger was pointing, her eyes grew wide with surprise.
"Toby? Is that Clocky?"
When she confirmed that the two people talking to each other were Clocky and Toby, she grabbed Kate's hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Let's go."
Toby was holding a children's t-shirt with dinosaurs in his hand at the time, the size of the t-shirt oddly matched Clockwork, but the model was so ridiculous and babyish that Clockwork got angry. It wasn't a real anger, it was more like she was annoyed.
"Oh, don't threaten me with that shirt, bastard. You know damn well I have photos."
"D-delete them or I swear I'll fuck you-"
Nina, who was entering in the middle of them at that time, got between the two while they were arguing. She waved both hands to her friends at once.
"Hi Clocky! Hi Toby!"
While Clockwork was puzzlingly questioning whether she was seeing correctly, Toby returned her greeting.
"Nina?"
"Hi Nina!"
Nina greeted him again, as if she hadn't been the first to speak.
"Hi guys! Wow, what a sweet surprise!"
"Yeah..."
Nina cheerfully clapped her hands in the air while Clockwork hummed to herself.
"Sooo, what were you talking about?"
"This sel-fish prick you see refu-ssses to buy me clothes."
When Toby dived into the middle of a word, Clockwork felt the need to interrupt and tell the truth in order to prevent a misunderstanding.
"For fuck's sake. That's not the deal!"
Toby gently moved his hand to the side of his face that was close to Clockwork for blocking her, then he spoke in a hoarse tone of voice.
"Whatever."
Clockwork walked wearily over to Kate, who was waiting on the sidelines. She knew that this duo would soon be immersed in their own conversation and she'll be ignored. That's what he wanted anyway.
"So what're you doin' here?"
"You first."
"It's kinda a long story. So you know our date thingy and we decided to go shopping for some stuff like..."
Clockwork came near to Kate, who was waiting on the corner with a nervous attitude, and stood next to her for a while. She understood that Kate had noticed her coming but didn't care because even though she had never spoken to Kate, she knew how full of danger and caution she was.
Still, this was not enough to control Clockwork's sense of curiosity. That's why she decided to break the silence and start a conversation.
"Yo, are you Nina's girlfriend?"
Kate made a short answer without needing to look at her. Although she didn't care, she knew that she would have to talk soon with her, so she asked a question in a monotone tone that she already knew the answer to. She didn't want there to be any strange tension between them if they needed to be alone.
"Yes. Are you Toby's?"
"Sadly."
"Hmm."
Finding nothing to say to this, Kate contented herself with merely making a thinking noise. Nor could it be said that she fully understood the reason why Clockwork had said such a thing about her lover.
"He's such a pain in the ass sometimes."
Toby looked at where Kate and Clockwork were, and sent a stupid kiss to Clockwork, she rolled her eyes, but he couldn't stop her lips from curling up slightly. Then, seeing that Toby and Nina had returned to their own conversation, she spoke.
"But he's kinda cute deep under his idiotness."
Kate tried to make a joke so as not to feel too strange in this environment.
"Must be really deep."
Clockwork raised her non-eye-patch-wearing eyebrow in amazement. It was obvious that she had not expected such a thing after Kate's silence.
"Oh, I liked you."
Kate began to play restlessly with the sleeves of her long-sleeved t-shirt.
"Okay."
Clockwork felt the need to speak again a little later.
"You know, Toby talks about you a lot. Kate this and Kate that. You're kinda famous."
''Oh."
Clockwork spoke with a sarcastic grin.
"I like how you scare him."
"Uh, sorry."
"But you protect him, too. And that bastard can be cocky sometimes, so he deserves it."
Kate allowed her tense expression to relax and replied with the comfort of knowing that she was approved.
"Yeah."
"So thank you."
"For..?"
Clockwork spoke with a pause, even the thought of something like this happening caused her a deep sadness, so itwas not easy to express.
"For not letting him die."
Kate paused for a while, not quite sure what she should say.
"...You're welcome."
She made an attempt to start a conversation again without letting a new silence fall. It wasn't bad talking to Kate, but she didn't like her being so nervous. However, she couldn't say anything because she knew the reason behind it.
"How about you two?"
Kate didn't expect such a question, so it was almost like she hit a wall. She wanted to put her hands on her cheeks so that the slight redness had formed on her face wouldn't be noticed, but she just stayed still since it would attract more attention. She wished she was wearing her hoodie.
"We're... cool."
"Seems so."
Clockwork had noticed how excited Kate was, contrary to Kate's hopes for the opposite, and she had found it quite sweet.
"You really like her, don't you?"
"Yes. Why?"
"She might seem happy but she has a rough past about... relationships."
Everyone clearly knew that she was talking about Jeff.
Every time this topic was brought up, she got really mad with true anger. Clockwork's friendship with him had broken down because of his terrible behavior to Nina.
"What's your point?"
Kate had made her hands into fists, as she does every time this topic is brought up. Nina's past did not concern her, and she was also ready to fight to the death with any ghosts from her past.
"Don't ever dare to hurt her."
Kate responded by shaking her head.
"Same for you."
Feeling that she was still nervous, Clockwork decided to say the result out loud to calm down the atmosphere. As if it wasn't obvious enough.
"Glad we could sort this out then."
However, Kate still could not get rid of the uncomfortable feeling caused by this situation. And this was quite understandable for her. Obviously, if the same thing had happened with Toby, Clockwork would have given the same reactions, even more.
"I'm serious. I'll kill you if you-"
"Relax, I won't. Okay?"
Clockwork made a sign with one of her hands in order to stop her.
Kate took a deep breath and tried to relax, just like Nina had taught her.
"Okay."
There was silence between them for a while. Having figured out that Kate is not a very talkative type, Clockwork decided to use the badge of the music group she saw when they first met to start a topic to talk about.
"You like Megadeth?"
"Yeah. They're cool."
"The coolest."
Kate was excited to find someone with similar tastes to her after a long time. Nina and she had very different musical thoughts from each other, and although Toby was the closest person to hers, it became different after a while.
Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she asked a question.
"What else you listen?"
And just when they got to the really interesting part of the conversation, they were interrupted with Nina grabbing Toby by the arm and dragging him away.
"Heyyy, babeee!"
Clockwork did not neglect to hum to herself.
"Oh no."
Both of them, especially Clockwork, were literally shocked when Toby spoke cheerfully.
"So we deci-ded to go o-our date now."
"Now?!"
Because of her unwittingly shouting, all the customers turned their attention to the group of four. She could feel being being crushed under Kate's rude gaze towards her.
"Sorry, or whatever, but now?"
"Yeah! All of us are already here together so why not?"
Nina clapped her hands in the most cheerful way, as if it were possible.
"But-"
"It's okay, sweetheart. I know you don't like unplanned things but it'll be better over than waiting nervously. But it's still okay if you're not feeling good enough to talk with others. We can go back to my home."
"... It's fine. Just... surprised."
She knew that Kate did not like sudden changes of plans. It was only by immersing herself in the excitement of the moment that she had suddenly decided on such a meeting. But for Nina, it was more important than anything for Kate to feel at peace, and if Kate didn't feel comfortable, she was ready to give up the date.
But Kate had said yes.
Kate was perfect, Kate was cute, Kate was charming, Kate was a very nice person!
Nina could not stand the love surging inside her any longer and hugged Kate with a flood of emotions at that moment.
"Even Kate said yes, please come for me, Clocky."
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you one day."
In contrast to Kate and Nina's conversation, Toby and Clockwork's talking seemed tougher, but that's how their communication was. Still, that didn't mean they didn't love each other.
"You lo-ove me."
Although Toby couldn't be seen smiling because of his mask, it could easily be understood from his eyes.
"No, I don't!"
"Aww, you'd die for me."
Clockwork gifted him a middle finger.
"Eat shit and die, asshole."
"Guys, she loves me so mucc-ch."
Toby made the special sign that they had developed, which meant that he wanted to hug Clockwork, and Clockwork approved this with a deep sigh and her head.
"Fuck all of you."
"Are we group hugging?"
"No!"
"No!"
Clockwork was already getting overwhelmed by Nina jumping on top of them while Toby is buckling under pressure.
The amazing thing is that even Toby said no to this offer.
"Kate, would you like to come?"
"I'm fine."
"Here, hold my hand."
Nina held out her hand to Kate, who was standing on the edge watching them, so that she wouldn't feel lonely. Although Kate sighed with annoyance, she took Nina's hand and moved a few steps closer to the hugging trio.
"Can we stop this bullshit?"
Clockwork spoke in a strange voice as she tried to breathe.
"Just five more seconds."
"Alright."
When Nina finally loosened her arms, Toby also breathed with relief and instantly pulled on his arms.
"So what's the plan?"
"I know somewhere to hang."
"No bars in daytime, Clocky."
"..."
Kate, upon the rejection of Clockwork's offer, spoke up to make it clear that she also knows a place.
"Kate, love of my life, I love hanging out in the forest with you but I wanna do something different now."
"I know."
"..."
After there was silence for a while, Toby raised his index finger excitedly in the air, as if he had been shaken from side to side by a sudden tick wave.
"Oh, how about game saloons?"
"That's amazing!"
"Hey, you didn't pay for them!"
Just when they were leaving the store, they suddenly stopped with an angry employee calling them out.
"Oh, right."
Clockwork muttered to herself.
"God help us all."
"He won't."
She grimaced at what Kate said.
"Oh man, we're so fucked up this time."
"Hey, look at this Clocky!"
When she looked at the place Toby pointed out, she saw the rabbit hat in the section where the check out was.
May God have mercy on the poor souls of Clockwork and Kate.
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Ticciwork - Meeting Again (Part 1)
Summary: Natalie is walking home from art class and comes across the burning building of Toby’s home.
Natalie whistled to herself as she wandered down the sidewalk, her notebook held closely to her chest. It was late at night and she was walking home, having just finished up art classes with Helen.
It seemed like any other average night. Everything was as it should be.
Until she noticed the faint orange glow coming from the neighborhood she was about to pass, smoke pouring into the sky.
Her heart dropped. That was Toby’s neighborhood.
Natalie broke into a run, bolting into the neighborhood, and froze in shock at the sight in front of her.
Toby’s house was on fire, as was the street surrounding it.
She dropped her notebook and without thinking ran straight through the flames.
“Toby??” She gasped. “TOBY?!”
Adrenaline began to course through her as the flames grew higher into the sky. She didn’t think, just acted. She ran to the front door, desperately trying to open it, but it was stuck.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…” She whispered, voice shaking. When it didn’t budge, Natalie began to slam her body into it, until finally the door flew open, causing Natalie to fall through and hit the floor.
She stood up and looked around frantically.
“TOBY!!” Natalie screamed. The smoke and flames filling the area obscured her vision. On the floor of the kitchen however, a burning lump lay on the floor, blood pooled around it. It was too big to be Toby. And the sound of someone crying out filled her ears
And then, the voice answered from the darkness.
“Natalie??” It was a woman’s voice. Connie’s voice.
“CONNIE??” Natalie darted for the other room, the faint sound of sirens filling the air as the firefighters and police approached.
Connie was laying on the floor, her leg trapped under a burning pile of wood and ceiling tile. Her eyes were wide with pain and shock.
“Natalie what are you DOING HERE-“
Natalie didn’t let her finish.
“Hang on!!” She began attempting to life the burning pile of debris off of Connie, letting out a yelp of pain as the burning hot materials seared her fingers. But Natalie didn’t give up, even as she struggled to lift it up. Letting out a pained cry, she barely managed to lift it off the floor- and Connie immediately scrambled out from under it.
“We- cough we need to get out of here- c’mon!” Natalie helped Connie to stand up by wrapping one of the woman’s arms around her shoulders. The two stumbled through the house just as the firetrucks arrived, both of them coughing and wheezing heavily as a group of firefighters ran towards the two to make sure they were okay.
Natalie didn’t stop there though. She tried to run back inside, but was stopped when one of the firefighters grabbed her arm.
“You can’t go in there!! It’s dangerous.” The man held on tightly as Natalie continued to thrash and try to escape.
“No!! Toby- he- he could still be in there!” She cried, tears welling up in her eyes. “I have to help him!!”
“Then we’ll find him.” The officer replied. His voice was slightly softer now, giving Natalie a sympathetic but firm glance. “But you need to stay back.”
The rest was a blur. Fire dancing into the sky, smoke blocking out the stars, firefighters running about and the bright flashing sirens blaring in her ears.
Natalie was vaguely aware of being loaded into an ambulance, along with Connie who was in a stretcher.
And Toby was never found.
As the days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, Natalie was filled with an aching numbness. The one person who had ever truly loved her was gone. The only person she could trust was gone.
Even as a news report about him being suspect in a murder came out, she didn’t believe it. Natalie had lost all hope. And she didn’t want to hurt herself further by giving in to that.
She’d had enough.
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🧺 — Laundry And Taxes
chapter 16. // (masterlist)
The loud blaring scream from the old TV danced throughout the small living room of Nina’s apartment as the screen played a classic slasher film. Junk food and nail polish sprawled out on the hardwood floor beside the two girls as Natalie firmly gripped Nina’s hand in hers, applying another steady stroke of pink paint onto her nails. Only the glow from the TV screen, and the dim light from the lamp standing tall next to the couch, illuminated the dark apartment which had long been overtaken by the midnight hour.
Perching the brush in between her fingers, Natalie carefully ran the paint over Nina’s nail one last time, before leaning back and examining her handiwork. She watched as the girl blew over her freshly polished nails, as she beamed with excitement as she spread out her hands.
Natalie fought back a smile at the enthusiasm, and brought herself to her feet, stretching the late-night tiredness out of her overworked limbs.
“Gonna go out for a smoke. You coming?”
As her nails finished drying, Nina nodded, and jumped to her feet as well, and followed the tall girl over to the front door, grabbing her leather jacket as Natalie grabbed her coat.
The springtime weather outside had been warmer than other nights, with only the occasional chilly breeze rushing past the two girls standing on the front step of Nina’s apartment building. The downtown streets were consumed by the darkness, only the orange overhead glow of the flickering street lights reflected off of the wet roads, glistening in the little remaining snow that hid in the shadowy cracks and crevices between buildings. Natalie held her cigarette between her fingers, with her jacket draped over her pajama top. She stared out at the world around her, watching cars drive past, splashing the dirty water of the melting ice, the sound of the engine roaring. Taking a deep inhale of smoke, pressing her lips onto her cigarette as she thought to herself for a moment, she thought the busy nightlife of the moment was almost peaceful.
Nina sat herself down onto the cement step, arms crossed over her knees, and took a deep breath in. It was a quiet night, only the occasional car or pedestrian passed by. The stars were brighter than usual, mingling around the waning moon in the abyss skies.
Natalie glanced down at the girl, and took a seat next to her. The two girls sat in silence for a moment, letting the world move past them.
“So what's going on with you and Toby?” Nina asked, turning her head to look at Natalie, who looked back at her.
“What about us?”
“Like are you two a thing or…?”
“We’re just friends,” Natalie said, tapping the building ash off of her cigarette.
“Whaat! You two are so cute together though,” Nina continued to tease as the other rolled her eyes.
“I don’t think he even knows what he wants.”
“Well what do you want?”
Natalie took another long drag from her smoke as a drunken group stumbled down the sidewalk, past the pair, and down the street, laughing and chatting amongst themselves. Another car drove past, the headlights reflecting off of the water collecting on the roads.
“I don’t know, just a quiet life I guess. I know Toby wants to go back to how everything was, but I don’t,” she sighed as she stared down at her burning cigarette, “I’d rather have a good life than have him.”
Nina stayed quiet for a moment, looking at the girl who looked down at her feet, with time and tiredness tracing her freckled face, her messy unwashed hair tangling itself over her shoulders. She was strong, made to be tougher than most girls her age. She was tall, she took up space without restraint. She was bold. Nina eyed the way Natalie’s brow furrowed, with disgust, or frustration, or shame. She watched as Natalie took her last deep breath in of smoke, and flicked the finished cigarette to the ground, inhaling life into her dazed body as she shook herself out of her own thoughts and back into the moment.
“But whatever, that doesn’t matter.”
“That’s like, really similar to how I felt with Jeff,” Nina said, “All I really want is to have a good life but how can I even achieve that if I’m just like, all alone, you know?”
“It’s better to be alone than with someone who makes you feel like shit, Nina.”
“I guess so. But I don’t want to live my life alone like there’s got to be something about me he can love, right? It doesn’t even matter anymore though, it’s not like he’s here,” She ran her hands over her ponytail, laughing sadly at herself.
“You don’t need to waste your time on someone who doesn’t appreciate you. Jeff was a dickhead to you anyways.”
“I know, I know. It’s just that even if he was a dickhead, I wish things were different.”
“Yeah, I know that feeling,” Natalie muttered, groaning softly as she stood up, tailbone sore from the hard cement, “This conversation is getting too deep, let’s go inside.”
Natalie sat down on the couch beside Nina who buried herself under the covers and stretched out her legs. She laid back into the seat and placed her arms over Nina’s legs, watching the rest of the film playing out on the old TV, reaching for the remote to turn the volume down. When Natalie glanced over to the younger girl, she noticed Nina had fallen fast asleep, breathing softly as her chest gently raised and fell. She looked peaceful.
Natalie turned back over to watch the movie, the ambience of the world around her harmonizing with the suspense of the final scare before the credits rolled. She loved horror movies, how they never really had a happy ending. She thought it was most realistic how the main character fought so hard to survive, maybe even killed the killer, but could never truly be free from everything that had happened. The violence, the blood, being stripped from everything. Natalie thought that was what made horror movies so realistically gruesome. That she had a morbid understanding that no one else seemed to have. The only thing they didn’t get right, she thought, was that when the main character was the last one standing, there was never an annoying idiot in their life to insist he wanted to stand with them. Natalie had survived her own slasher film, the final girl, and the final asshole who didn’t understand personal space. When you survive a horror movie, she thought to herself again, you spend the rest of your life trying to make sure a sequel doesn’t happen. And Natalie’s mistake was befriending a serial killer.
As she watched the credit scene play alongside some suspenseful music, the girl turned the TV off with the remote. For a moment, she stared at her reflection bouncing off of the black screen, as if she was trapped in a void. She saw the kitchen lights from behind her shine over her in the reflection as well, and when the girl leaned her body away, it seemed the light seemed to follow. Natalie sighed and leaned back into the couch, staring up at the ceiling, the world quiet around her, the weight of Nina’s legs remaining still on her lap. She thought about the most dreadful things; she thought about Toby, the boy she considered her best friend.
She had never met anyone who had so closely resembled the sun. If she looked at him for too long, her eyes would burn. He was Icarus, and scorched wings. Teeth bared to the world as he fell. She thought back to a newspaper article she read about how when the sun dies, humans wouldn't know until eight minutes later. Natalie made it a point to stay eight minutes longer with him at any chance she could. She wanted to be there when his light went out.
The girl shook off her thoughts, and readjusted herself into a more comfortable position, before closing her eyes. She listened to the softly breathing girl draped across the couch, the occasional car passing, the creaking of the old apartment settling. . She listened to the sound of the clock on the wall ticking. Natalie listened to the world live on beyond her, and wondered how quiet it would be when the sun died. Her body fell heavy, breathing shallow, before the girl finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Natalie stretched the tiredness out from her slender limbs as she walked through the crisp warm countryside. The snow had begun to melt, dead grass from under the white blankets peaked out. Birds had begun to sing again, the subtle heat spread over her body as the girl made her way down the gravel roads. She dragged herself up the front porch steps, and into the house. Natalie listened as she heard the muffled TV playing from the livingroom, which meant Toby must have been home. Last time they talked, they had another argument over her unfavorable customers at the bar.
She shuffled past the living room, and into the kitchen, where the early morning sun shined past the windowsill, the white paint chipping. The old floorboards creaked under her sluggish steps as she turned on the coffee machine and went to grab her mug from the cupboard.
“Hey, how was the sleepover?” Toby asked from behind the girl, standing idly in the doorway.
“Where’s my mug?”
“What?”
“My coffee mug. Where is it?” Natalie closed the cupboard, and turned to face the boy, who always looked a little bit guilty of something.
“I accidentally dropped it last night, and-and it broke.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Toby stood silently for a minute, feeling the rage seeping from the girl across the kitchen.
“It’s just a fucking cup Nat, why are you mad?”
“‘Cause I told you to not touch my shit, Toby. You just don’t fuckin’ listen,” Natalie said, raising her voice as she pressed her hands together, trying to put a leash on her temper.
“Why the fuck do I gotta listen to you? You bitch me out over a fucking cup, I said it was an accident,” Toby raised his voice back, not quite willing to put his own leash on.
“Maybe have some respect for me and my things and we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Well maybe I just don’t respect stupid bitches, hows that sound?”
“Don’t call me a bitch, Toby, I swear to God.”
“Don’t act like a bitch then.”
“You’re fuckin’ unbelieveable” Natalie shouted, slamming her hands on the countertop before pushing past Toby, and out onto the front porch, closing the door hard behind her.
She dug a cigarette out of her pack, quickly lighting it, and closing her eyes as she inhaled. She felt the smoke go to her head, drowning out her racing thoughts, taking her teeth off of her tongue. Natalie let out a deep breath as she pressed her back to the wall, and squinted her eyes at the bright blue skies that draped over the rolling green fields.
The front door slowly creaked open, and Toby stepped out onto the porch beside the girl who refused to look at him.
“You should learn how to leave people alone,” she muttered as she continued to look off at the farmland ahead. Anywhere but him.
“You should learn to be less of a bitch.”
Natalie scoffed as she raised the cigarette to her lips once again, her free arm draped around her side, squeezing herself. Toby quietly stood by her, tapping his thumb onto his other hand and tried not to bite the inside of his cheek too hard.
“You know, I-I can just buy you a new mug,” he said softly, tripping over the words he forced out past his gnashing tongue, “I didn’t know you’d get so mad about it. I swear it was just an accident.”
“Don’t worry about it, it doesn’t matter.”
The two stood in silence under the sun, listening to the passing breeze, and occasional birdsong. Natalie sighed to herself as she put out her cigarette, and nudged the boy’s arm with her own.
“Nina was telling me about this dumb frat party or something. She invited us, but I don’t know if you want to go.”
“Sure why not, better than being trapped in this place.”
The music blared loudly throughout the house, the bass of the song nearly causing the floor to shake. Toby groaned to himself as he noticed all of the people talking, drinking, laughing. Some dancing, some flirting. He couldn’t even hear himself think. He glanced over towards Natalie, who looked equally as uncomfortable, maybe even more than he was. The two pushed through the crowd of drunk strangers chatting amongst themselves, and into the kitchen where they saw Nina talking to a guy neither of them recognized. When she noticed them, Nina excitedly waved them over. Toby made his way towards the eccentric girl, and Natalie followed closely behind, pushing off a guy who accidentally knocked into her.
Nina poured four shots of vodka, and handed a glass to each of them. She plugged her nose while it went down, Toby shook off the taste, and Natalie swallowed the liquor down like she swallowed her pride.
“This is Joshua, he’s a friend of mine,” Nina shouted out, barely being able to speak over the stereo blasting dance and pop music. Toby scanned the older boy up and down, before easing his hostile expression, and giving a nod. He glanced over his shoulder at the girl behind him, watching as Natalie hugged herself with her arms, and glared around the room. The boy nudged her with his arm, gaining him a scowl before she realized it was him.
“Lighten up Nat, have another shot,” he shouted, leaning over to her so she could hear better.
“I’m going to take it slow, but you go wild.”
“Suit yourself,” Toby exclaimed before turning back over to Nina and the other boy introduced as Joshua, preparing himself to do another shot with the group.
Natalie took a step back as she made her way over to the chips, grabbing a paper plate as she piled some on, and sneaking herself a beer from the cooler. She pressed herself against the wall behind her as a couple of girls rushed past, giggling amongst themselves. Tossing a chip into her mouth, the girl watched quietly as Toby shotgunned a cooler with a few other boys. She watched as he brushed off the twitches and jerks in his fingers and arms. She couldn’t understand how it was so easy for him to talk to people. It was as if he had a special talent of making friends, while she couldn’t connect with people even if she wanted to. As she leaned her sore back against the wall, feeling the soft vibrations of the bass as the beat dropped, looking out over the sea of people in front of her, she couldn’t help but feel as though she only existed in the shadow of the boy she called her best friend.
Natalie pressed her bottle to her lips as she choked down the last drop of beer, tossing the empty drink into the garbage can next to her, and pushing past people to make her way out into the backyard. The chill of the night brushed against her face as Natalie inhaled the fresh air, feeling the weight that suffocated her in that house fall off of her chest. Her hand dug into her jacket pocket as she pulled out a cigarette, replacing the cool, fresh air in her lungs with a burning smoke as she lit it, and inhaled. Natalie closed her eyes, sitting herself down on the hard cement step, the music barely muffled by the walls separating her from the party indoors. A few groups of people mingled outside alongside her, most of which held red solo cups in their hands, or joints, or cigarettes, chatting with people they’ve probably known their whole lives. The girl rested her arms over her knees as she stared down at the ground, listening to the world around her. She tried not to think about how slow, or fast, time was passing her by. She tried not to think much at all.
The girl sat on the step for a moment, finishing up her cigarette before flicking it to the ground. One song done, a couple seconds of silence, another one starts. Cheering, talking, yelling. Arguing, and yelling. One song ends, another one starts. Natalie groaned as she pulled herself up to her feet, making her way back into the party. As soon as she entered the house, back into the kitchen, she saw Nina quickly approach her, she stumbled a bit as she walked, anxiety painted her face alongside her flashy makeup.
“Oh my god there you are, I was looking all over for you,” Nina said as she grabbed Natalie’s hand, “I think Toby had too much to drink.”
The girls made their way into the living room, where they watched as Toby argued loudly with another unfamiliar boy.
“Toby I found Nat,” Nina shouted out, but he ignored her, or couldn’t hear.
Natalie watched on the sidelines as Toby drunkenly bickered back and forth with the college kid who was bigger, and taller than him. She watched as he insulted the other boy, put him down, clawed and bit his way to the top. It was a mortifying act, as if he had something to prove. As if he was lost in his own self-deception and lies. When the older boy called Toby a freak, Natalie watched as Toby tackled him to the ground, a hunger for revenge in his dark eyes. She watched as everyone crowded around, watching the younger boy take the bigger one to the floor, and beat him senseless. Even the pop songs blaring in their ears couldn’t muffle out the sounds of shouting, and yelling, and Toby threatening the other.
“Say that shit again,” he screamed louder than any bass the stereo could produce, “you think it’s fucking funny now, huh?”
Natalie's first pet was an elderly herding dog. As it aged with her, she watched as her companion succumbed to old age when she was only a child. She watched as Nina yelled for them to stop, other men pulling Toby off. When he looked at her, she saw a familiar look in his eyes. She knew better than anyone how to let a dying dog die. The sun was burning out, the girl thought. Natalie stayed for an extra seven minutes before storming out that night. She changed her mind before the eighth. She decided that she was better off not witnessing the light die too. That girl never really liked the dark.
As she pushed past the crowd of people, some shouting, most watching, and out through the front door, she tried to ignore the wasted boy who followed out after her. Natalie made her way down the road, pretending like she couldn’t hear Toby calling her name.
“Nat for fucks sake slow down,” he yelled out, running up to the girls side. She bared her teeth and quickened her pace, rejecting the orders of the boy. As he grabbed her hand, and stumbled over himself, Natalie had then noticed how bloody he was. He didn’t seem to notice, or care.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going home,” she replied as she yanked her hand away from his grasp.
“What, why?”
“Because you’re acting like a lunatic!”
“So what? You think that makes you better than me?” Toby slurred his words as he raised his voice, unable to stand still as he tripped over himself.
“I didn’t say that,” Natalie spoke back.
“Well you sure fucking act like it.”
“What’s your problem?”
“There’s no problem, I’m having the time of my fucking life,” he shouted out, pushing past her and walking himself back home. He wiped the blood from his nose as he walked ahead of her.
Natalie stood for a moment, letting distance grow between them as the boy continued down the street, and shook her head in disbelief.
Toby burst through the front door of the quiet little farmhouse draped in the darkness of the midnight hour. Sobriety began to wash over him as he collapsed onto the couch that night. His finger ran over his lip as he noticed blood pouring from his busted mouth. He didn’t remember being hit, but was sure the other boy must’ve gotten a few good punches in. Toby turned himself over onto his back as he looked up into the dark livingroom, he couldn’t even remember why he started the fight in the first place. All he knew was that he would do it again. That he would spend his life fighting, and sleeping on the couch. It was him against the world, and he did what he had to do to survive. As he closed his heavy eyes, the buzz still warming his body, he made sure he heard Natalie come into the house before he let himself fall asleep.
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Grief - An upcoming TicciWork Fanfic
Maybe canon to Dwellers
Clockwork was never a stranger to blood, to gore or to taking the lives of other living beings. In fact, she happened to relish in it after it consumed her life. However, even the dangerous psychopath fueled by bloodlust was still a person deep inside; she could hold love and she held so much, almost too much of it, for the boy that laid dead on the forest floor.
The boy who'd shown her how to be happy in the present when life had only tortured her in the past, the one who held compassion and understanding for her at her best and her worst, the one person she'd formed this beautiful, once in a lifetime connection with was rotting in her front of her face and worst of it all ....
It was all her fault.
ITS HERE
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Oooo I wanna write a TicciWork fanfic so bad but Ive never written a full story before… A shame truly…
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WELCOME TO MY FAVORITE OBSESSION !!
I made this blog because there’s barely any Nina x Toby content I come across.. they’re so underrated!! So I hope that this blog will be a safe place for anyone who’s just as starved for Ninatoby as I am </3
My names are:
• Nina Bomb
• Elliot
• Romeo
I have many more, but these three are the main ones I use !!
My Pronouns:
• They
• He
• Xe
• Star
My gender is a little confusing currently. But the best fit I can find is boyfluid :)
The Type Of Content I’ll Be Creating:
• Fanart
• Headcanons
• Edits
• Fanfics
Edits and fanfics will probably be more rare since I generally don’t make them as much. But they will appear every once in a while :3
My Rules:
• No NSFW whatsoever.
• No bullying or harassment towards anyone here. If you have a problem, block and move on.
• No ship wars. Again if you don’t like it block and move on.
• Do not send asks about anything other than Nina x Toby here. This blog is dedicated specifically to that ship and nothing else. If you have headcanons/want to ask me about other characters & pairings, you can do that on my main blog which is linked below.
My main blog is @insomniac-shado ! I post general creepypasta content there, and ticciwork is the main ship I talk about on that blog. So if any of that interests you, go check it out !! lolz X3
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Sup gays
Okay so, my ask box is open. Send me your requests and I'll write them.
- nsfw is allowed
- four characters per ask
-Lgbtq+ friendly
- No rape/non-con
-Yandere is allowed
-I do matchups
-I do ships
-All characters are 18+
I do have school so I will get to your ask asap, please stay patient.
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The first person gets to choose...
I'm going to write a small fanfic to post on this blog and the first commenter gets to choose who and what it's about! Pick one from each category and comment what you've chosen. If you guys like it I'll do this again
People: Ben, Jeff, EJ, Toby, Jason, Puppeteer, Helen
Style: reader insert, x random character I make, x another creepypasta
Genre: yandere, fluff, edgy, beginning of a romance, sad, kidnapping
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heyo yall! i just wrote my first ticciwork fanfic!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29022387
(please read the notes at the end, in case you have anything to say about it! your feedback is very important for me!!))
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★彡[!TICCIWORK HEADCANONS LIST [1/15]!]彡★
This would be so long because I was planning to write ar least 10 for each section and the first one became 17 so I decided split each part.
These parts will be include most of my TicciWork headcanons so it'll be long. I'll try to update whenever I can.
Be warned.
⌞Partners In Crime⌝
❝This, the tale of, reckless love❞
𓍯𓂃When they first met, it wasn't exactly love at first glance. They thought of each other as a threat to their sense of freedom to the point where they attempted to kill each other. Of course, none of them were able to achieve their mischievous goal.
𓍯𓂃Zero was watching them from the top of a tree, just like a vulture who was hungry for dead meat. But she did nothing to stop the heated fight since she was pretty sure that Clockwork would win. And turns out, she was right. That is when she decided to have a little chat with Clockwork but this is some another story.
𓍯𓂃Brian and Kate had to stop before someone had died. Not because they cared about either of them, but because Toby was losing this battle of death and life and they couldn't risk losing a proxy for some ridiculous reason.
𓍯𓂃Clockwork was winning, because Toby was very tired and injured after a huge mission when their road crossed, so it was a very unfair match. Even though both of them were physically hurt, Clockwork had less scars compared to Toby.
𓍯𓂃After their life-or-death fight was stopped with brutal force, Clockwork was very furious about it. She was swearing at everyone in that place and attacking whatever she was seeing like a wild beast. A beast who lost her everything overnight just to what crumbs remained from her previous life taken away, too.
𓍯𓂃Clockwork was more angry than usual because it was the night she killed her nightmare family and she was only searching for a place to stay the night in the forest.
𓍯𓂃Toby was already under the deadly strings of Slenderman for almost one month and this was his first alone patrol without his other puppets. He never met with an intruder while he was in his learning phase with others, so he didn't exactly know what to do like a vulnerable child. Except, he wasn't vulnerable, not at all.
𓍯𓂃People who acted like they valued him but didn't give a shit about his life told him to kill any suspicious person he saw. And a blood-covered teenage girl, indeed, seemed enough to attack.
𓍯𓂃He was already filled with uncontrollable rage because of the timing. His first alone patrol was after a cruel mission, and he wasn't longing for anything but some sweet sleep.
𓍯𓂃When the right time came, Toby stopped hiding behind the bushes like a prey and attacked Clockwork. She had already sensed that someone creepy was watching her, and that's why she was ready to put up a fight with her attacker. She would not go down without fighting all her might. She came to this moment with killing her soul and she would not let it be in vain.
𓍯𓂃Both of them tried to hurt each other without showing any kind of esitation, they didn't know each other at this point and there was no reason to be soft against a person who tried to steal their life from their scarred hand, again.
𓍯𓂃After this huge fight, Toby was immediately dragged back to Nurse Ann's infirmary and Clockwork was left alone to decay.
𓍯𓂃Oh how wrong they were. She would not die just because of some selfish animals. Since she didn't know they were nothing but pawns who had no control over their lives yet, she felt nothing but pure hatred towards them.
𓍯𓂃She waited until the time was really late and went into the closest town in order to get some antiseptic, bandage, and stitch. She refused to fade into the inviting warmness of death.
𓍯𓂃Clockwork swore to kill that boy she faced while putting on her stitches, gritting her teeth as she was trying to break them.
𓍯𓂃Toby vowed to himself that he would make sure this girl turned into a dead nothing, feeling a similar heartache despite his lack of feeling of pain.
𓍯𓂃Neither of them lost their lives that night. No, the strings of destiny had another plans for these two deformed and hurt souls.
𓍯𓂃Only if they knew.
𓍯𓂃Only if they knew how much they would mean to other, how they would complete their half so perfectly and defectively, maybe they wouldn't harm their missing part in life that unmercifully.
𓍯𓂃But this isn't the case. They hurt each other because no one had bothered to teach them better. They came to this point with spilling blood, both other people's and their own. Both had to fight for each breath they stole.
𓍯𓂃This is why they would understand each other precisely when they would stop letting their primitive life instinct control them, even if only for a second.
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My version of Ticci Toby and Clockwork’s relationship!! : D
Jus me goin deeper into these two since i changed up a bit in my au to make it more like canon
Story below the cut :3
Toby and Clockwork/Natalie went to the same elementary school, and became friends in 2nd grade. They met because they had the same classroom together, and quickly bonded over a shared interest of drawing. Toby was getting bullied back then, pretty bad, and Natalie would protect him from the others as best as she could, always sticking up for him whenever she was around. This only strengthened their bond, and the duo became best friends by 4th grade.
In 6th grade Toby and Nat ended up admitting to the trauma they were going through with their families, and were surprised at how similar their situations were. The two became even more protective after this, and would often go to the other’s houses after school as much as possible since both their families weren’t willing to show their true colors around a guest.
Toby was Nat’s only friend. Natalie didn’t have anyone, and as the years passed Toby remained the only person keeping her (mostly) sane. He was the light in the darkness, her only source of comfort during the horrible trauma she endured. And it was a similar situation with Toby. Nat was all he had at school, but at home at least he had Lyra.
When Toby was in 7th grade though, the bullying had gotten too bad. Nat couldn’t protect him anymore, from the sheer amount of people being assholes to him. And so Toby’s mother made the decision to homeschool him, much to Nat’s dislike. Toby was her only friend, she didn’t have anyone else at school and didn’t wanna be alone again. But she understood that Toby needed to get away from the constant bullying.
While both were scared they’d drift apart now that they weren’t at school together, this fear was short lived, because they soon began hanging out after school at different places. Toby got out earlier due to homeschooling, and Nat would see him waiting for her near her bus stop almost every day, sitting on the sidewalk.
When the two reached 9th grade, they started catching feelings. They’d been friends for so long and had grown so close, how could they not? Natalie was the one to confess first, while they were hanging out at the park late at night.
Toby and Nat were in a very healthy relationship after this point. They truly loved and cared for the other, and were the only people both felt safe around. Things were looking up; Toby’s dad had left and he was healing, Nat’s situation wasn’t great but she was feeling much happier than ever before. For a year they were at this stage, until everything fell apart when Toby’s story started.
Lyra died. Slenderman started stalking him. And his abusive dad had come right back. It all happened so fast.
And then he killed his father and set his entire neighborhood on fire, disappearing the same night.
Natalie was horrified at the whole situation. But what was even worse for her was that she’d lost her one source of comfort. The one person keeping her together.
It wasn’t long after this that the end of Nat’s story began, and she killed her family and the doctors at the hospital. The loss of Toby had pushed her over the edge, and his actions towards his father motivated and inspired her to do the same. Calling herself Clockwork from now on, abandoning all reminders of her past. Except for Toby. She looked for him for a week immediately after escaping her home.
But there was a stark difference between the two now. While Toby had moved on to work for Slenderman and kill anyone he was told to kill, Clockwork didn’t want to kill just anyone. Only abusers.
Natalie was very fond of children as well. She’d wanted to have her own when she grew up, and was very protective over them, especially children coming from abuse. Because of her upbringing specifically, anyone who hurt innocent children was seen as a monster. Anyone who hurt innocent people in general were seen as a monster. Only abusers she supported the killing of.
So when she saw a news report about the five middle school kids that Toby was suspected to have murdered, Clockwork was once again horrified.
She didn’t believe it. It couldn’t be true.
Clockwork spent even more time trying to find Toby, desperate to find out it wasn’t true.
And so when she finally did find him, it felt like betrayal when he confirmed it to be true.
They did try to get along again, though. For a few months they continued their relationship, but this time there was a thick tension between the two. Their conflicting morals and ideals caused a huge rift in their once unbreakable bond, as well as the fact they weren’t even around each other as much as before due to Toby working for Slenderman.
Eventually, after about 4 months of this, they broke up. Neither could take the uncomfortableness or the tension, they didn’t love each other nearly as much as they once had, and so they unfortunately called it all off. They didn’t end up hating each other though, and the relationship ended in a calm and respectful way.
When the two split ways, Clockwork began to hate Slenderman with a passion. Furious at the monster, feeling like it was his fault Toby had done these things, killed all those innocent people. She began thinking of a way to save Toby from him somehow, to bring him back, but with the iron grip Slenderman had on him it was impossible.
Clockwork missed Toby badly for months, the way they’d cared so deeply for each other before. And after a while, she slowly began to feel better about it, and move on.
Clockwork would always miss Toby though, and would remember those memories with a bittersweet feeling.
For Toby it was very similar. He missed her as well for a long while, a lot longer than Clockwork missed him herself. He was in too deep with Slenderman though, and wasn’t even given the chance to change with the way the monster fucked up his mind. Like Clocky he would eventually move on, but would never forget her.
I tried to incorporate as much canon into their relationship as possible, as well as the fact they canonically broke up. Idk if that means they broke up like by ACTUALLY breaking up, or if it’s just no longer canon entirely and the whole thing was just erased, but I prefer the first option bc i think they could be a cute couple anyways.
Also i just don’t see them liking each other after they became killers? Like I just dont think they’d match. But before they were killers I can totally see them being head over heels for each other, and if everything with Slenderman hadn’t happened they’d have remained a happy couple for the rest of their lives.
Also please note these are all my headcanons and personal takes on the relationship!! If you disagree/headcanon something else that’s perfectly fine :)
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🧺 — Laundry And Taxes
chapter 11. // christmas special // (masterlist)
AN: Helloo to all the readers of L&T, happy holidays to everyone and Merry Christmas for anyone who celebrates :] Heres my present to you 🔥
Standing on the station platform, tickets to Alabama in their hands, Natalie looked out at the approaching train. She leaned over to the boy waiting patiently next to her, and told him that she had never been on one before.
“Seems like we experience a lot of firsts together,” Toby grinned as Natalie punched his arm.
The girl sat on the window seat, resting her head in the palm of her hand as she looked out at the passing scenery. Toby laid back in his seat and closed his eyes, everything was in motion. The white winter landscape was complemented by tall, passing evergreen trees. Natalie watched the unspoiled morning skies mingle with the fluffs of clouds, and listened closely to the pleasant chatter of the two passengers seated behind her. By the sounds of it, they had only just met on that train, and were both headed south to see family. She glanced over at the boy resting quietly beside her and thought to herself how strange it is to meet someone you must’ve known lifetimes before.
The pair held fire in their eyes and their bags over their shoulders as they hurried down the streets sprawled with snow. Once they approached their destination of a tiny house decorated with an abundance of Christmas lights, Toby knocked heavily onto the front door. After waiting for a minute, the door creaked open, a familiar tall, blonde man wearing a Santa hat stood with a toothy grin on his face, welcoming the two inside. Brian gave Toby a hearty pat on the back as he led the boy to the living room, Natalie following silently close behind.
“Good to see you’re not in handcuffs yet, man.” Brian said
“Yeah, good to see you’re still growing out that awful mustache,” Toby teased back. In the living room, Tim sat in his recliner chair with an afternoon beer in his hand. He was sporting a red Christmas sweater that presented the words “Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal”. Beside him, there was a small Christmas tree perched atop the coffee table. Toby snickered to himself at the sight as he walked over and played with the plastic pine needles.
“Damn Tim, you really went all out this year huh.”
“Cut the shit,” Tim said, swatting the boy away.
Brian sat himself down onto the couch and grabbed the remote, turning on the television to whatever sports channel was on, letting it play quietly in the background. Taking a seat beside Brian, Toby looked over to Natalie who had been awkwardly lingering in the entrance, her arms crossed over her chest, her body pressed to the wall. The girl glanced over the room of men and furrowed her brow. She never liked proxies. Toby stared at the disinterested girl for a moment, watching her quietly reside in her own little world, before Brian spoke, catching the boy's attention.
“So you’re living in North Dakota now? How’s the weather up there treating you?”
“Uh, yeah, it’s alright. I’m used to all the snow from back home in Colorado, so it’s not too bad.”
As the two men continued to exchange their small talk, filling in the silence that hung over the room, Tim took another sip of his beer.
“You still hellbent on getting back to the old world?” Tim chimed in, causing Toby to look over with an irritated glare.
“So what if I am? Whats it matter to you?”
“Just wondering,” Tim lifted his bottle to his lips once again as he turned his head to look over at the football game. There was a long pause of tense silence for a moment, Toby’s gaze still directed at the man in a trained glare.
“Better to just leave all that shit behind anyways, right?” Brian said, leaning over to Toby to recenter the boy's attention over to their friendly conversation.
“Sure,” Toby muttered, looking down towards his feet for a moment, “What’re you up to now anyways?”
“Just working, trying to save enough up to get back to school, you know?” Brian groaned as he threw his hands back, stretching the tension out of his tired body.
“Yeah? Where do you work?”
“If I tell you that, I’m gonna have to kill you,” The man teased with a grin, to which Toby rolled his eyes in playful annoyance. Natalie watched from a distance as the men caught up with each other's lives, as if there had been no brutality between them. She watched as Toby joked with his colleagues; ones who had beaten him bloody many times before. She watched as Toby’s hands reached for the remote to switch on a channel that played Christmas music; hands that have killed countless people. She watched as Tim eased himself into the casual chatter, throwing in a sarcastic comment or two, bickering with the boy sitting across from him. They were a lively bunch, and as Natalie leaned back against the wall, her indifferent expression subtly hinting disdain, she wondered what gave them the right to act as if nothing had happened. The girl was no saint, and she knew this to be true, she was cruel and vicious, a killer, but she would never find herself sitting amongst men like these, pretending as if blood didn’t drip from her mouth from all the throats she had ripped out. They were rotten and vile, and it seemed her best friend was the worst of the worst.
A soft knock to the front door put a quick stop to the conversation, and Brian walked over to the entrance, past the girl who hadn’t said a word since she arrived. Toby’s head peered up, listening closely to the sound of Brian inviting somebody in. He wasn’t told of anyone else joining them that Christmas evening. As the stranger entered the living room, both Natalie and Toby’s eyes widened. The familiar man held his hands in the pockets of his dark gray sweater, his dark eyes glancing around at the three lounging around the room. Jack smiled awkwardly at Natalie as she shamelessly stared at his newly human appearance, her gaze meeting his. Toby, on the other hand, had been staring out of discomfort. The last conversation he had with Jack had been a fight months ago back in Mississippi. He knew Jack was never one to hold a grudge, yet the boy couldn’t help but feel a weird sense of unease when the man sat down next to him.
“Good to see you again.” Jack smiled.
“Yeah.”
Brian entered back into the room with a case of beer, breaking through the stiff atmosphere, and sitting on the couch next to the two others. He pulled out a bottle and handed it over to Tim, who had already drunk through his previous one, and then handed another to Jack, who shook his head.
“I’m not drinking tonight,” he declined.
“Suit yourself,” Brian exclaimed, popping off the cap and taking a sip. The four men talked amongst themselves as Natalie listened in, drumming her fingers along to the beat of the holiday tunes quietly playing from the TV. She couldn’t help but glance over at the clock, counting down the minutes until she could be free from that dreadful place. When she initially agreed to come to Alabama with Toby, she hadn’t considered how out of place she would feel. Tim never liked her much, Brian and her never really talked. They had both deemed her a weak point for Toby back in the old world — something in the way. There was always the expectation that she would turn on him, sell him out, be his downfall. And in a way, it was true. Whenever Brian snuck a glance over at the lingering girl, he noticed she would always be looking at Toby.
Once the clock had struck 5pm, Tim pulled himself out of his seat, tapping Jack to follow him into the kitchen.
“You too, Toby. I ain’t preparing dinner all by myself.” Toby groaned as he stood up, shuffling irritatedly behind the two men. As he passed by Natalie, he nudged into her with a sore smile, to which she playfully hit him back. The two would laugh at nonsense together as though it made perfect sense, bumped into each other as though it was an embrace. There was an awkward tenderness between the youths who had never been loved, and had to figure something out. Natalie had the tendency to lie through her gritted teeth. Not intentionally by any means, but she deluded herself for so long, so desperately, she was nearly a master at the art of self-deception. Brian had noticed this feat, and on that lively Christmas evening, begun to pester the girl.
“There’s plenty of seats, you don’t need to keep standing around you know,” he called out to the girl who only raised an eyebrow at him. He nodded his head towards the empty chair across from him, and Natalie huffed with annoyance at the bothersome man as she strolled over to take her seat. Brian sat with his bottle in his hands, the sound of bickering coming from the kitchen filled the open air.
“You and Toby live together now, huh?”
“I guess,” Natalie said with a stern look, crossing her arms as she leaned back into her chair, staring at Brian as if she were in an interrogation. The man only smiled back at her, his Santa hat draped over his head.
“Good to hear he’s found someone who tolerates his bullshit,” Brian said as he reached into his case of booze, “Want a beer?”
Natalie shrugged her shoulders in agreement as the man pulled out a bottle.
“Just remember, you can’t save that kid.”
“Great. I never wanted to. I wouldn’t know how to anyways.”
“So, do you love him?”
“What’s it matter to you?” she glared at the man.
“You got a fire between you two,” Brian continued to tease as he handed the drink over to the girl, who snatched it from his hand.
“Then I guess I should ask Santa for an extinguisher this Christmas.”
The man grinned at the witty reply, chuckling to himself as he glanced over towards the boy angrily storming into the living room, ranting to himself. Toby huffed as he collapsed into the couch beside Brian, sinking into himself.
“Toby, get your ass back in here,” Tim shouted out from the kitchen.
“Go fuck yourself,” the boy shouted back. Brian grimaced awkwardly as he took his leave, taking one last look at the girl who had once again been staring at Toby, before making his way into the kitchen to help with dinner.
Once Brian was out of the room, Natalie switched over to sit herself down beside Toby. She nudged her shoulder into him as the boy looked back at her.
“Stop being so cranky Toby, it’s Christmas.” The girl spoke as her eyes met with the boys who stared back at her. Toby let out a deep sigh and leaned into the girls side. He was warm, she was cold. The smell of the turkey and stuffing breezed past the two as Brian waltzed into the room once again, this time to alert them that dinner was ready, and to come get their plates.
The group, with food piled onto their plates, sat together as they made up for all of the lost time. On that drunken Christmas night, with loud chatter and laughter filling the fireplace warmed air, everything was fine. Bloodshed was past, sickness had wilted away. As five human beings sat victorious in that livingroom, ridden with battle of another world, their festive cheer only confirmed the triumph of man. The war was over, and they had earned their evening.
Toby sipped his booze as he watched Tim stumble over to his seat, sharing a tale of a time he had lied his way out of a speeding ticket.
“You’re a great actor, you should star in a film,” Brian teased with a grin.
“I will strangle you,” Tim threatened.
Natalie felt a hand shift over onto her own, and glanced down to see Toby’s fingers interlocking with hers mindlessly. She thought well of him. Even when he drank, she thought he was a good boy. The girl squeezed his hand back, and drifted away from the jokes and festivities to lose herself in her thoughts. He had already made plans to head back to Colorado to spend Christmas morning with his family, leaving Natalie to catch the midnight train back up north.
Once the late night tiredness had washed over the group, Toby found himself arguing with Tim, who alongside Brian, had too many drinks to drive the boy to his destination.
“How am I supposed to wait until morning? You agreed you’d drive me tonight.”
“I could drive, I haven’t been drinking.” Jack spoke out, stepping between the argument. Toby looked over at the man with his offer, and scrunched his brow with reluctance, before ultimately giving in and agreeing to the new arraignment.
Toby stood at the door with his backpack over his shoulder, saying his goodbyes to the drunken Brian and Tim as he waited for Jack to gather his things. Natalie hung around by the boy's side without a word as she waited for him to finish chatting with his colleagues. As Jack slipped on his shoes, and opened the door to head for the car, Natalie threw in a quick goodbye to her friend, and snuck away back into the livingroom as she waited for her train back home, which was going to arrive in two hours.
Tim and Brian chatted with each other as they sobered up, and cleaned the dishes in the kitchen, leaving Natalie alone in the other room after Toby and Jack had left. She leaned back into her chair as she stared mindlessly at the fireplace, watching the flames dance and flicker. In her dreams, her house is always on fire. She couldn’t bring herself to let go of the violence, even as it burnt holes into her. The dead girl with nothing to lose, the horrible girl who can’t escape. A loud ringing from her cellphone snapped the girl out of her daze, bringing her attention to the number presenting itself onto the screen as she flipped it open. It wasn’t one she recognized, but as she hesitantly answered the call, she knew the voice on the other end well.
“Merry Christmas, Natalie.” The woman spoke roughly. She sounded tired, a bit irritated.
“Mom?”
“Just thought I’d call and wish you a good Christmas. But if you don’t want to talk to me, just say so,” The woman snapped. Natalie’s heart began to beat like a snare drum in her chest. She hadn’t heard her mothers voice in years, it made her sick to her stomach.
“Why would you bother calling me?” The girl asked quietly, and harshly.
“I guess it’s a crime now to want to talk to you since you left home. You know damn well you’re all I have left, so show some respect to your mother.”
Natalie scoffed. It seemed she hadn’t changed one bit.
“Sure, whatever, Merry fuckin’ Christmas.” She slammed her flipphone shut as she ended the call abruptly, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt a flurry of rage and shock. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, suffocating, choking her. Natalie quickly stood to her feet as she rushed out the front door to get some fresh air.
The outside was quiet as she sat herself on the front door step. It was late into the night, and everything was still. Natalie blinked back the sting of tears rising to her eyes as she took a deep breath in of the frost and mildew. She knew something bad had happened, she tried her best not to think about it. The Christmas lights hanging off of the edge of the rooftop reflected off of the white ground, sparkling. Suddenly, it began to snow. The girl watched as the snowflakes danced gently down through the night sky, landing on the streets and in her hair. Natalie felt warmth fall down her icy cheeks as she surrendered to her tears, quietly sobbing to herself as she looked out into the dark. Despite everything, the world was still so beautiful.
Toby stared quietly out from the passenger seat window, watching the snow as it fell. Jack remained silent as he drove down the highways of Alabama, keeping his eyes straight and his hands firm on the steering wheel. The boy sniffled to himself once in a while, coming down off of his evening buzz. He had always hoped for a mother, a father, something bigger than himself to tell him who to become. But as he stared out of the window into the dark abyss of the night, wartorn and battered, the world seemed so empty.
A few miles into the drive, Jack pulled the truck into a gas station parking lot, announcing that he was grabbing himself a cup of coffee, and that Toby should take a bathroom break before they continued with their long drive to Colorado. The bell jingled throughout the store which was nearly completely empty as the two men entered, Jack heading towards the coffee machine, and Toby to the toilets. The boy pushed past the door and quickly noticed all of the vandalism scribbled onto the walls, like a page from a book had been torn apart and plastered everywhere. His hand ran across some printing on a bathroom stall and read over a confession of sorts a passerby had left in a place they must’ve known they’d never return to. He read the admissions of guilt spread across the room, as if God had been listening. Memories of the old world rushed into his mind like the Great Flood, and he thought about all of the times he would wake up in places like these, thrashed and wrecked, with no recollection of what had happened, or the times he’d find himself leaning over the dirty sinks coughing up blood. His lungs must’ve been rotting. He never knew of anything that didn’t hurt.
Toby spent no more time in that bathroom as he rinsed his hands and quickly left back outside to the truck. Jack quietly placed his coffee into the cup holder next to him and continued to drive down the dark highway, into the night. The silence remained still between the two men, only the occasional car passed by them. Toby tapped his fingers against his knee as he thought to himself.
“You’re living in Alabama now?” He awkwardly asked, avoiding eye contact as Jack glanced over to the boy.
“Yeah, I am. I moved there mid-November. I thought it’d be easier for me if I was around people I knew. Like dipping my toe in the water,” Jack explained. He had turned away from his college room with his head down, running to Latin texts in the depths of an isolated forest. Jack started to find himself seeing the dead through the midst of the maple and oak trees which dangled hanged men from its branches. It seemed that he had no choice but to face what he had done, and find himself in the bustling streets of humanity once again. He wrote letters to his mother explaining a false reasoning for why he had left his education. He wrote them praying. Every letter he received back he collected as punishment for the sins he had committed. Jack kept them in a box under his bed.
“And you? Has North Dakota been keeping you busy?”
“Oh yeah, definitely,” Toby replied, fiddling with his thumbs as he kept his gaze down to his feet, “I actually started a small lumbering business for myself. Chopping wood and stuff.”
“That’s great to hear. Good for you,” Jack smiled.
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Of course.”
“I mean, thanks for helping me out. Always putting up with my bullshit,” Toby eyed his shoes, he didn’t want to see the satisfied look on Jack’s face. He didn’t want to think about how smug he must’ve been after hearing those words fall from the troubled boy's mouth.
“You’re not as difficult as you think you are, Toby. I’m not the only one who puts up with you.”
Toby looked over at the man driving, and shook his head. He remained untended to, like an overgrown tombstone, sick with decay. It was as if, from the moment he was born, that boy had never needed anybody else. He never asked for help, or reached out for support.
“I’m on my own. Always have been.”
“What about Natalie?”
“What about her?”
“She’s always been by your side, hasn’t she?”
The boy stayed silent for a moment. Toby didn’t know how to tell Jack that she, too, had left him to dig his own grave many times. She, too, loathed him. It didn’t matter, he thought, he didn’t need her, or anyone, anyways.
“Everyone who tries to stomach me eventually chokes me back up, Jack. Nat isn’t an exception.” There was a childlike loneliness in Toby’s voice as he spoke. One that made Jack quickly come to the unfortunate understanding that Toby wasn’t a soldier, or a war hero, he was just a boy. And the burden of always being the one who grits his teeth and fights an old man's battle must be far too heavy for a boy to carry.
“Does that bother you?” Jack asked. Toby shrugged his tired shoulders.
“After you’ve done and seen all the shit I have, nothing really bothers you anymore.”
Jack looked over at the other once more, a golden boy made to conquer, his eyes were desensitized and dark. Toby was entirely indifferent to himself and the world around him. He knew nothing of the time that had passed him, only that somewhere, at some point, there was a war being fought, and he was now far from the battlefield. That boy had long since lost his innocence, and his homesickness lasted forever.
“Do you actually feel bad for the things you’ve done?” Toby spoke again.
“You know, Toby, my guilt doesn’t mean anything. Apologizing while I killed someone doesn’t make me any different than someone who didn’t. I still took somebody’s life, I still sinned.”
“When I killed my dad…” Toby’s voice trailed off for a moment, “It was the happiest I had ever been, like all of those years of fear finally amounted to something. And I would do it again in a heartbeat. I'd rather have all of that suffering make me into a monster than for it to be for nothing at all."
“You don’t think you had any other choice?”
“It had to be done. Sometimes things just have to be done.”
“I understand,” Jack replied softly as he continued to drive.
“Hopefully God understands,” Toby said quietly to himself, turning his head to look out of the window once again. He tried to describe something unfathomable. Fate, the God neither of them believed in, whatever explained it.
"I guess just knowing that somewhere, my dad is still out there... I can't help but miss him. And I don't know why." The boy confessed, staring up at the stars in the night sky as they shined down brightly on the two men. There was a sense of knowing that he would be carrying that rage with him until he died.
“Do you love your father?”
“No, I hate him more than anything. If you met him you’d understand. Why else do you think I do the things I do?” Toby sat up straight in his seat, chuckling sorrowfully to himself, “I became the exact thing I was so fucking scared of growing up. And nothings going to fuck with me ever again.”
“You’ve suffered enough, Toby. I know you have a lot to carry, you did what you had to do to survive, I get it, but you can put it all down and still be safe.”
“I know that, I’m not stupid. I know I’ll have to listen to everyone someday and just let all of this anger go. But it’s like it clings to me like some scared little kid and begs me not to. And I’m not going to betray myself like that.”
“It takes some time, but there’s always the option to make peace with the past whenever you’re ready. You just need to stop looking in the wrong places for redemption,” Jack said.
“Yeah you’re right, time for me to become Mr. Goody Good,” Toby joked back.
“It really is that simple, you know. One day, wake up and decide to be kinder to yourself, and maybe others. You have been through too much to treat yourself so badly.”
The boy stayed silent, the quiet ambience of the drive filled the air. Toby hadn’t realized that he had been doing nothing but torturing himself the entire time. He didn’t know how to treat himself with anything but violence.
“I’m proud of you, Toby.”
The words Jack spoke drilled holes into the boy's burning chest. Toby looked over at the man who was staring ahead, keeping his eyes on the road, before turning his gaze back down to his hands. He had to do the impossible when he left it all behind, but he was alive, and that was his start. The boy was given no other choice, he needed to make his way in that world, it was just another thing that had to be done. He had always assumed that everybody around him looked at him through his fathers eyes, full of hatred and disgust. Toby assumed that his bitterness had left him intolerable, and it had never occurred to him that there would ever be people in his life who would tolerate him anyways. The praise of his violence in the past was replaced with a soft ‘I love you regardless’ when Toby bared his teeth. He then thought to himself how awful it was that his happiness hurt too.
Soon, the sun began to rise over the western landscape and Jack pulled up to Toby’s mothers house. They sat silently for a moment in the truck before Toby spoke.
“Thanks for everything, Jack. You’re a good guy.”
“You too, Toby.”
The boy dragged his tired body to the front step of his childhood home and waved as Jack drove off back to Alabama. It was late into the day, and Toby hadn’t told his mother he was coming over for Christmas. He thought for a moment about all of the time he had spent fighting against the world, and he had slowly come to the understanding that soldiers either die, or they return home from the war. As his luck would have it, on that snowy Christmas afternoon, it seemed he had made it out of the combat zone alive, regardless of what he had done. And now, it was his job to find peace for himself despite it all.
When he entered through the front door with a spare key his mother had given him, he glanced over the empty house, a tall Christmas tree standing in the livingroom. Toby called out for his mom, and sister, only to find that nobody was home. He turned around to look at the driveway, and noticed both of their cars were still there. Closing the door behind him, a sense of dread building, the boy quietly made his way through the house, cautiously examining every room. In his mothers room, he noticed a suitcase on the floor which had been half-packed. Toby bent down to look through the items packed away, before jerking his head up as he heard the sound of the front door opening.
Toby slowly, and silently, walked towards the entrance of the house, lifting his hands up as he prepared himself for a fight. A loud scream filled the house as Lyra jumped at the sight of the intruding boy, putting her hand over her chest as she realized who it was.
“Jesus, Toby! What's wrong with you!” She yelled as Connie quickly rushed in after her screaming daughter, only to relax as she saw her son awkwardly apologizing.
Connie rushed up to Toby, hugging him tightly and laying a kiss on his cheek. Lyra rolled her eyes and shook off the lingering adrenaline, walking up to give her little brother a hug as well. His mother explained that they had planned a surprise trip to North Dakota to visit him, but he had gotten to them first.
“We were down the street visiting Mr. Mulner and his wife. You remember Caroline. She had a fall a couple of weeks ago. Everyone in the neighborhood has been bringing them giftsfor Christmas," Connie explained to the boy the exciting happenings in her life as Lyra rinsed off an empty cookie tray in the kitchen sink.
“Wow, spreading Christmas cheer. How’d you get Grinch over there to come with you?” Toby teased, nodding his head over to his sister who only rolled her eyes.
“So, are you going to be leaving again?” Connie asked with concern in her eyes. She could never keep tabs on him anymore.
“Yeah, eventually. I’ve been living up North with that girl I was telling you about and-”
“You’re living with a girl?” Lyra interrupted with shock, having been listening from the kitchen.
“Shut up Lyra, don’t act surprised,” Toby argued back.
“Don’t fight on Christmas you two,” their mother scolded with a sigh as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.
Toby spent the day with his family, helping his mother cook dinner, and listening to Lyra’s latest gossip. The sun seemed to set as quickly as it rose, and the evening draped its darkness over the sky once more. After dinner, Connie went to bed early, and Toby sat in the livingroom with Lyra as they bickered over which Christmas movie to watch.
“Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie you dork,” she said.
“Fuck you, Die Hard is absolutely a Christmas movie.”
The warm glow of the lights that wrapped around the Christmas tree illuminated the livingroom as Lyra groaned and turned on Die Hard. Toby thought about all of the things he had talked about with Jack, and wondered if Natalie had gotten home safely yet. He thought about how strange that the place he thought of to be his home was no longer the place he sat in, but instead a small, old farmhouse in North Dakota. So many things had changed in such a short amount of time, and for once, as he sat by his sister under the roof he grew up in, he felt as if he could make something more for himself. For once, he felt a sort of happiness that didn’t hurt.
“Merry Christmas Toby,” Lyra whispered over to her brother, reeling him back in from his thoughts as he looked at her with a smile.
“Merry Christmas.”
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As a kid, I loved this very specific TicciWork fanfic, I'd read it DAILY. It was about Clockwork and Toby getting married and having a child, it obviously had its flaws cuz a lot of the grammar and spelling were off but that was the truest beauty of it, it was cringe but it was free!!! It was literally the best thing in the world to me and it was my lifeline, my everything, I aspire to be as free as that author was!
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hey Toby,if you read a Ticciwork lemon fanfic what would be your reaction?
Never read one so i don’t now what my reaction would be!
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I noticed there aren’t any ticci work fan fictions here, and I adore them, so I’ve decided to fix that by writing some. Give me requests and I’ll try to write some good fics with them.
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Stray Souls[A TicciWork Centric Creepypasta Fanfiction]—Part 1 | Prologue|
I decided to upload this story on here since not many people showed interest on AO3. Like it has 108 read and 5 kudos, this fandom is really dead.
Anyways this is my first writing ever, I have started writing in January of 2022. It's a 16-year-old-bad rather than a 12-year-old-bad but it's still awful. This was my first creepypasta fic so the characters may seem out of character.
I'm publishing this story with only little editing.
Read it at your own will.
Also if you decide to read, please act like Toby stutters because I can't write them properly.
Ships: Hoodie x Kate The Chaser, Mary Vaughn x Jane The Killer, Clockwork x Ticci Toby
Love.
A 4-letter word.
But why doesn't this 3-letter word have the same effect on everyone?
Why does it arouse a great feeling of hatred in some while butterflies are flying around in some people's stomachs?
What exactly is love?
Is it like a winding maze that tooks a long time and disappoints you most of the time, or is it like a chess board where you take each step by sifting carefully and analyzing exhaustively?
Is it the two halves of an apple that complement each other in perfect harmony, or is it two opposite sides of a locket, that despite being completely opposite to each other, form a unique image when they come together? But what if it's something else instead of these two?
Perhaps love is when two people accept and complete each other's flaws and oddities as they are. Who knows?
Who exactly said that we must have to fit it into a pattern?
A young soul full of pain, both of whom have lived hell on earth.
They are both full of anger and cruelty against life.
What happens if these two people, who are both very similar and very different from each other, get together?
Do they complement each other like two puzzle pieces that have been missing for a long time, or is it a living example of fire and gunpowder coming together?
Who knows what will happen?
くコ:彡
"You know what? The first moment I saw your emerald green eye, I felt like I had found something I hadn't known I lacked for a long time."
"You've spending a lot of time with Liu lately."
The young boy's giggle, which was already quite light, had come out too muffled to be heard, which had been thoroughly blocked by his mask. Nevertheless, he could tell that the brown-haired girl was laughing because her head was on his chest. She could also say the same thing for the brown-haired boy, from the way his own rib cage was moving up and down faster than usual. They were lying against each other in the darkness of the night, which covered the area like a blanket. It was a very peaceful moment for both of them.
Who needed therapy or relaxing sounds when you could sleep together at the end of a long day full of endless work?
"What, so I can't compliment to my love?"
"Normally you don't, so you probably want something."
"Not at all! I just wanted to say Toi tu es mon soleil dicen et mon coeur ne bat pas sans toi."
"What the fuck does that mean, you trying magic trick or something?"
"No, I was speaking in French. Just wanted to be a little romantic. Wasn't I?"
"Ooh, so you were saying that to yourself in the mirror today, thought you had an imaginary friend or went nuts finally."
"Don't you dare bring Richard to that."
A foolish smile had taken its place on Toby's face as Clockwork frowned at his words where she lay.
"What the hell does this mean, and why are you saying words that seem romantic for no reason? Besides, did you take your ass out of your head to try to memorize it?"
Toby, just as he was about to start talking, Clockwork said something else and his word got stuck in his mouth.
"If you want to adopt a seal and be her father, and you're sucking up to me for it, I swear to fucking god-"
He let out a hearty laugh as his body shook with a sudden tic.
"Wow, know me so well."
''I know."
The last word she said had come out as hoarsely as a whisper. Although she wanted to continue talking, the fact that she hadn't slept for close to a week had made her faint from exhaustion, and she didn't even have enough strength to manage to keep her eyes open.
Her eyelids were now against her brain, which had caused her to involuntarily close her eyes due to fatigue.
The tick-tock sounds that echoed inside her brain were gradually disappearing. The silence, on the other hand, was unexpectedly very peaceful. Progressively, as she let herself fall into the sweet arms of sleep, a feeling of confidence was instilling in her that she was with the person she felt safe with, perhaps that was the reason she was going to fall asleep.
Toby, after not hearing a sound for a while, finally guessed that the girl between his arms had fallen asleep. He hated that she was beating herself up by keeping herself awake for so long, but it wasn't easy to tell such thing to someone stubborn enough to succeed in gaining a place in the history of world records for stubbornness.
Although he was sure that she could not hear him, he whispered in the ear of the girl in his arms before closing his eyes and going to the realm of dreams.
"I love you."
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