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feifei-nor · 18 days ago

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༄.° hunters pursuit

pairing: yandere!toby x reader

synopsis.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋮ Toby has been watching you for a while. He knows everything from your class schedule and how your boyfriend doesn't treat you right. Toby could treat you way better, though you don't know it yet, Toby is willing to take you away from all of this.

request: your feed is sooo gorgeous wowowow could you write something with yandere toby? -📼 (if i can claim it lol) A/n: thank youuu, and yes ofc! so reader will look a bit dumb here, i promise it’ll get more “yanderey” in part 2 but rn i have to establish backstory and stuff. there will be smut in pt 2!

Part 1 ᯽ | Part 2 ᯽

genre.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋮ stalking, obsessive behavior, emotional manipulation, murder, blood/gore, mentions of physical abuse, yandere!ticci toby, Stockholm Syndrome, (it’ll get worse in pt.2, just fyi)⋮ WC: 2.2k

It was almost laughable how easy you made it for Toby to creep into your life, whether or not you realized it. Even now, as Toby watches you–a hungry glint in his wide eyes–through your window while you get ready for bed, it never occurred that someone could be staring from the shadows.

You had a fairly normal life; good grades, nice friends, but Toby saw the details you never once showed anyone. Like how your amazing boyfriend, Derrick (Toby felt sick just from thinking about him), didn’t hesitate to plaster a new bruise along your face if you got a bit too “mouthy”. Or how your parents rarely talked to you and you spent most of your afternoons huddled in your room.

You were making it too easy.

Such a sweet little lamb, leaving her curtains pulled back just for him so his eyes could scan over your body, which was stripped down to nothing but a pair of black lacy panties and a t-shirt. God, his jeans were getting tighter by the second and his glove continued to palm against his half-hard cock.

The only thing that ruined it were the markings along your body, various cuts and faded bruises, all of them formed by your supposed lover. Toby already couldn’t stand the fact that you were giving your affection to someone else, but to learn that Derrick even dared to lay his hands on you only doubled it.

Once he got his hands on you, he would wipe every memory you had of the man, making sure the only thing you thought about was him.

Toby daydreamed about following after the man, waiting for the perfect moment, then splitting his skull down the center with his axe. Alas, Toby had to push the fantasies away, just for now.

As much as you didn’t know Toby, you had actually been around him more than you thought. You wandered into the woods sometimes, taking photos of the scenery, sitting along a blanket and reading, and every time Toby would be just out of sight.

However, he started to leave things near your spot, pretty crystals, little trinkets, stuff to catch your attention. Soon enough, you caught onto the gifts and left a small piece of folded paper, addressing the mysterious person who continued to leave things for you.

This was interesting, since most people would be creeped out that someone knew about your secluded spot, but you seemed to be desperate for a connection; no matter how it conjured. Notes were passed back and forth, Toby becoming more attached with each letter you wrote down. Unfortunately, Derrick continued to drag you away, and it had been awhile since Toby had the chance to gaze at you from the trees.

Instead, you were trapped between your boyfriend's arms, pressed into your mattress and looking hardly pleased. Derrick clearly didn’t care about getting you off and Toby almost felt pity for you. The man would get his fix, then promptly walk off, not even checking if you were satisfied.

Toby could please you far better than Derrick ever could. He desperately wanted to show you how good he can fuck you, how good he can treat you, all he needed was to take your boyfriend out of the picture.

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You let Derrick pull you closer, his tongue bullying its way into your mouth and he pushed you back into your room. His hands were tight around your forearms, making you wince but he wasn’t letting up. The only thing you could do was stand there and let him do what he wanted, fighting would just make it worse.

Derrick was harsh, relentless, and abrasive when it came to having sex. You couldn't plan on feeling that fluttering in your heart, but you could plan on tears falling from your eyes by the time he pulled out. Out of pain? Out of sadness? You weren’t sure.

It used to be so good, but suddenly, he changed. Derrick became more irritable. The first time he hit you, he broke down, crying about how sorry he was and how he never meant it. Stupidly, you trusted him. Continued to stay with him even as it continued to bite you in the ass, over and over.

Hope was a tightrope, worn down and thinning, and with each step you made across it, it was just another test to see if it would snap.

If you just obliged, played the role of a good girlfriend, maybe he would get better. So you stayed quiet as he pulled away, stepping back and reaching down at the edges of his shirt.

Crack! Warm liquid splattered across your face, making you jump, and you stared at your boyfriend–eyes locked onto the axe lodged into the crook of his neck. Everything went quiet and you watched as Derrick looked over, mouth opening to scream, but he was suddenly kicked down. In the doorway, holding a similar axe that had been placed in Derrick’s flesh, was a man covered in thick layers.

Orange goggles were pushed up into his messy brown hair, a mask covering his lower face, and his eyes were wild with something dark.

“H-hey sweetheart,” His head jerks to the side, followed by a sickening pop of his joints.

He swiftly bent down, yanking his weapon out of Derrick who screamed out. Blood pooled at the flooring and you continued to stare. What were you supposed to do? The intruder was taller and bigger than you, he had two axes, and he was blocking your only exit. His eyes wandered over your frozen body and then he looked down at Derrick, who was trying to crawl away.

“Wh-where do y-you think you’re go-going?” His voice was laced with something sinister and he only confirmed it as he slammed his blade onto his outstretched arm.

Another crack and Derrick’s piercing scream shot through your house. His arm sat divided from his body, already forming a puddle of metallic blood. The sight was horrific and you couldn't help yourself from turning and doubling over. Bile rose up from your stomach, acid stinging your throat. You gagged and stumbled backwards, trying to decide if this was some sort of fucked up dream.

You hadn’t noticed the killer had walked over, now landing in front of you and pulling your face toward him. Shockingly, his hold on your jaw was gentle and there was a crease in his brows. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you swore there was something…soft in the way he looked at you.

He lifted his hand, making you flinch, but he only used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe away the excess of your vomit.

“Everyth-thing’s going t-to be okay,” He reassured, making your head spin,”I’m h-here to help y-you.”

When Toby pulled away, he had to pretend like he wasn’t freaking out. That was the first time he had touched you.

“D-don’t fucking hurt her!”

Of course Derrick had to ruin the moment with his bitching. Toby spun on his heel, watching as the man’s eye grew wide with fear. Derrick would act strong and brave, but he was still the one bleeding out.

“Why, De-derrick?” Toby’s arm jolted, tics working with a new found anger,”Y-you do it all th-the t-time,”

Your boyfriend's face fell with something closer to realization than terror. Toby walked in front of his body, crouching down so he could grab onto Derrick's hair and yank it up. The man groaned in pain, thrashing around but Toby’s grip only tightened.

“T-tell me w-why I sh-shouldn’t kill you r-right n-now?”

Derrick's mouth fell open, making up some bullshit answer as he started to cry. His words were slurred and the blood loss was catching up. Toby sneered under his mask, disgust running up his core and he slammed his head into the floor.

“S-shut the fuck up,” It was as if Toby’s ears were ringing anytime the man talked,”I’ve se-seen what y-you’ve done to he-her,”

Toby’s eyes flicked instinctively to yours, where you're looking ill and tears have gathered in your eyes.

“Im…sorry,” Derrick's body was shutting down one by one, but Toby was not going to give him the satisfaction of dying with the final word.

Toby scoffed, letting his hold up, and standing above him,”Too la-late n-now, man.”

Silver shimmers against your lamp and it comes swinging down, a large thud that sounds like someone snapping twigs in half echos across your room and then it goes quiet.

There, laid out on the floor, was Derrick. Blood creating a sea around him, staining his clothes and your floor. Toby’s axe sat on a pedestal—snug in the backside of Derrick's head—but it was ripped out a moment later.

Your eyes shut in an instant, knowing if you even peeked you would be hurling again. Heavy steps wandered over to you and a new, colder presence fell in front of you.

Wincing as the man’s finger brushed your hair back, you opened your eyes, terrified that you were going to be next.

“D-don’t you rec-recognize me?” He tilted his head, brown eyes full of curiosity.

Timidly, you shook your head, praying it didn’t enrage him. Thankfully, Toby could brush it off.

“T-that’s ah-alright,” He hummed, sliding his fingers into your cheek and his thumb caressed your warm skin,”I-i’m Toby,”

You gasped, eyes instinctively glancing at your nightstand. Toby followed your gaze, heart speeding up as he saw various items he had collected for you, resting on a small decorative dish.

“D-did you r-really like m-my g-gifts?”

Maybe it was the shock that coursed through your body, making you delirious to the outside world and who you were talking to—but you nodded to his words.

His eyes crinkled at the side, showing an obvious smile. You felt sick, mentally and physically. Derrick’s dead body was just a few feet from where you stood and here you were, talking to your supposed penpal who liked to drop off little presents.

Toby lifted his hand, slowly pulling down his mask and when it dropped to his neck, you didn’t gasp or make a sound,instead you just stared. A long gash stretched at the corner of his mouth, revealing his teeth and the inside of his mouth.

The skin was tattered, scared, and to you…it was almost beautiful. Despite the wound, Toby couldn’t find a single ounce of disgust on your face.

Without even realizing, you lifted your hand, thumb gently swiping over the scar. As Tony shivered under your touch, it snapped you out of your dazed state and you went to pull back, only for your hand to be caught by a much more calloused one.

Somewhere in the sick part of your mind, you were reeling in the love struck look in Toby’s eyes, he had worn it ever since he barged into your room. Derrick never stared at you like that, like he couldn’t live without you, like he loved you.

You had learned about Toby through your letters, venting about your days at work or how stressful school was, and Toby was always there, reassuring you that it would get better. Maybe it would, if he stayed with you.

Your entire life had been spent with people who never cared to express their feelings and now Toby was here. He didn’t hesitate to kill for you, to kill someone who you swore wanted you dead some nights.

In this room, standing in front of this killer, a fucked up part of your mind thought of how safe Toby would make you feel. He hadn’t hurt you and even now, his hold on your face was gentle. Not cruel, no purpose behind it except he just wanted to hold you.

Your mind was filtered with such blinding thoughts, you didn’t push him away as he leaned in.

Toby’s lips found yours and after a second, you let yourself succumb to the warmth. There was no wild heat that Derrick kissed you with every time he wanted to have you laid out on his bed.

The only thing you wanted was for someone to love you with no uncertainty and damnit, you were tired of waiting. Derrick made it clear he only stuck around because you were a decent fuck.

You were still scared, about sixty five percent sure he wasn’t going to drive his other axe into your side, but the one thing you were definite about was the fact Toby was going to give you the intimacy you craved.

When you pulled away, the two of you were panting, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sheepish smile on his face.

However, the moment was broken by the sound of sirens in the distance (Toby might have been a bit sloppy when breaking into your home). He turned back to you, reaching out a hand.

“R-ready to g-go?”

As your eyes found his open palm, there was a second of hesitance and you couldn’t help but glance over at Derrick. His body continued to rot and you asked yourself if you were truly ready for what you were getting into.

Toby was a killer—a skilled one at that—so how much could you truly trust him?

Your hand slipped into his, squeezing tightly,”Let’s get out of here.”

Well, there was only one way to find out.

If it killed you, at least you died happy and heart full.

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