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:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

CHAPTER 1

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter one

It was a couple of days full of constant debate between the two adults in the home. Toby had been up all night. The only thing that let him know was the sun that just peered from the horizon; it was his alarm clock piercing through the quiet morning air. Toby turned from what he was doing to shut it off. He was sitting at his desk scribbling in all of his school note books. The odd doodles ranged from stick men to just plain scribbles and German words he was trying to learn. He was half German after all, he really wanted to learn it. A pop screeched from his neck, closing his eyes tight and widely opening them a few times before blinking off the tic. Was it the first day of school?

Toby's mind wandered back to the hallway of flickering lights and sudden thick atmosphere. He kind of felt that way just then as well. It was probably the anxiety he just got. "Wait really?" muttered Toby to himself. He reached his hand up and pulled one of the blinds down, squinting his eyes to the red and orange bright light of the rising sun. "hmmm….black hole sun." He mumbled in reference to a song he liked. Toby never listened to music all too much but on occasion he would.

Toby pulled his backpack next to his leg and shoved all of the journals into it, some pencils too. He was surprised no one else decided to come in and try to wake him, despite him never going to sleep in the first place. The boy always struggled with sleep, it had been especially hard these last few days. He just felt like his mind was blurry. Toby knocked on his sister's door, assuming she actually might still be asleep, but was wrong. The bathroom door just across the hallway opened and there she stood. She looked exceptionally tired, hair in a messy bun and all stringy. That was kind of a family thing, stringy frizzy hair no matter how much you wash and brush it. "Aw never mind." Toby sighed out, earning a confused look from the blonde girl. "Never mind what?"

"You're tired, I was going to ask if you could drive me to school—" He was caught off guard by her sudden fast speaking. "Right, I didn't get much sleep last night. If at all, work was tiring and my co-workers thought it would be funny to complain about me to my boss..i might get fired." She sounded very stressed, almost as if she was going to cry while speaking.

"Complaining about what? You're such a-a goo-good worker?"

She shrugged at his concern. "It's probably because how late I usually am, by the time I'm done with all of my chores and school, work is just something that's piled onto that. I honestly think getting fired might be the best option, but what would dad think?" Her voice cracked a little at the end of her sentence. Toby didn't really know how to respond. "That won't happen, right? Things won't go downhill anymore right?"

The girl kinda just frowned, taking her brother by the shoulder and into a hug. "I hope not, if so…I can drive, i can just take us someplace quiet, get away for a while huh? Sound good?"

Toby smiled just a little, a weak one but the idea was there. "Jawohl." He replied. "Picking up German?" Lyra asked in remark to his unexpected reply, to which he nodded with a stupid grin. She patted his back in a gesture to tell him to head downstairs. "I'll drive you just let me get my shoes."

At that moment Toby descended down the stairs and towards the door. Neither his mom or dad were in sight. He wasn't sure if they slept in the same room or not. Toby looked outside to see that his mom's car was gone. His only assumption was that his dad took it somewhere, or they were both out, which wasn't completely unbelievable but still a little odd.

It wasn't long before Lyra had taken her brother up to his new school. Well it wouldn't really be considered new, just a different campus that went up with his grade, same people, same idiots. Toby grabbed his bag and sat there for a moment, staring down then to Lyra who also met his eyes at the same time he met hers. "I can tell you're nervous. I mean the first days are always nerve wracking." She started. "You got this though okay? You're unique..not different."

He listened to her with a small nod, yet half of him still doubted that. "Okay, Lyra, just this once.."

Lyra smiled warmly before speaking out rather loudly as he got out. "Love ya!"

He turned suddenly with an immediate response. "Love you more!"

As then she spat back "Love you most!" Toby huffed, visibly distraught but in a joking way. "you never let me win!" with that said he sorta literally ran into the building. The place wasn't as big as it seemed the day he came up here with his mom. It was probably because the halls were empty, now they were crowded with lost kids trying to find their classes. Toby had his schedule in hand and surprisingly knew where most of his classes were already due to his little mini journey he got a few days ago. Toby trotted straight to his main home room class, an English class with a teacher that looked about 80 years old. The desks were lines in rows of three. The boy chose the seat closest to the back and rested his stuff onto the ground. No one really was batting an eye.

The battle of holding his tics in was the hardest part. The teachers knew, the kids didn't. He didn't want to become the center of attention the second he blurts out a curse word.

Toby shook his head to that thought and opened up his journal he was doodling in last night. The first 8 pages were full of stupid little comic doodles. He even drew Mr. Cowbells. He thought it looked nice. Sooner or later class started, and the room was filled with kids of all diversity. Back when he was with the 'different' kids, they were almost all the same, when he tried talking to them, they would just give vague replies. He didn't understand them and they didn't understand him. But he ended up forcing himself into friendships with them only to be ripped away and thrown into a class of kids who were considered normal. Was this a way of considering him…normal?

He didn't feel normal, he was unique, Lyra says. He liked her choice of wording. 'unique' just rolls off the tongue so well.

"Alright everyone! As we know it is the first day of 6th grade, before you know it, you'll be in highschool, yippee right?" The sweet tone of the teacher silenced the once talking room of kids with her words. "To start the day off, why don't we all stand up and introduce ourselves with our names, age and a fun fact hm?"

Oh, this was weird. Toby watched as each student started to stand up and sputter random facts and an introduction to themselves. Some were longer than others, and some were as simple as could be. He didn't quite realize that he had to go as well, glancing over to meet eyes with the teacher as it was finally his turn, last to go.

Toby took a few glances around to see almost everyone was staring at him. He felt this feeling of dread take over him, like he was going to throw up, actually…..he might.

Toby, after taking a small breath, stood to his feet, holding his journal and looking down at it. "My name is Toby, uhm, I'm 13," he had to pause, feeling an itchy feeling in his throat. A sharp pressure building up to something he knew he couldn't control.

"Mh, mh! look at a spider!~ woo! spider, woo!-"

He could feel the embarrassment prick at his skin, his neck jerking forward as his hand jerked up and twisted a few times, as if he was waving royally. Toby heard a few giggles within the room of kids, looking back to the eyes of his teacher who didn't seem to mind much. He knew she was informed but he still felt bad. "um, I like to draw?"

He said as if anyone really gave a crap. They were all kinda just staring. He could feel them silently judging.

He felt another sensation at his throat, stomping his foot three times in a row while repeating a phrase. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" he shook his head, the embarrassment growing even more before he took a seat again, head hanging low.

"That's great to know, Toby, I bet you're a wonderful artist. Now does anyone have any questions?" Just then a kid raised his hand, a snarky grin on his face. "Yeah, I do." He pointed to Toby. "Why is he so ticci?"

The teacher didn't really understand at first, but it took a moment to hit. "Ah, let's not ask rude questions, this classroom is a safe space for all." She glanced at the brunette boy, who just sat there, like a sad dog. He knew what the kid was trying to hint at. "They're tics." Toby spoke out, eyeing the kid. "They're unique."

"No, they're annoying," The kid started up. "Can't you just hold them in?-"

"If we're going to have a problem already, I can tell you now I will not tolerate any bullying in my classroom, or on this campus young man, Toby is minding his own business, if you don't like what he can't help then leave." The older woman slightly snapped. "This is the first day of school guys, please don't make this hard on me."

Toby felt a little better knowing his teacher would be nice, his old one was very, let's just say, strict.

"You okay?" She looked towards Toby who met her eyes shortly after. He nodded, accidentally locking eyes with the kid who was making remarks a minute ago. If he remembered, the boy's name was Cameron, Cameron Winston. Toby didn't say anything, just glanced away quickly and opened his journal to start doodling again. This was his attempt to calm down.

Eventually the class was over, but as Toby was leaving he noticed the lights above. They were flickering again. The teacher was standing in the doorway farewelling her students. As she waved to Toby he stopped. "You guys should r-r-really fix your lights." He spoke out.

She looked up, tilting her head a little. "What do you mean?"

"They're working fine."

Toby shook his head, "No, they flicker all the time, how can you not see it?"

"It's lunch time, Toby, want me to escort you?" She changed the subject. Which Toby wasn't very happy about, but shrugged it off. "I mean yeah sure." With that, the nice woman started to lead Toby to the giant room where all the kids sat and ate, the cafeteria.

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:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

CHAPTER 10

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers.

This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome.

!!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter Ten

The next day rolled around and their dad wasn't so happy about the complete waste of money. It got physical quickly but it wasn't nothing Toby couldn't handle. He was better at fighting off his dad but that didn't help the fact the man went for the other family members as well. Toby scrambled out with only a black eye and possibly bruised ribs. He couldn't lie and say he didn't go to bed sobbing, he most definitely did. He no longer kept the cow plush on his bed, instead it sat on the small shelf above his bed. Toby chewed on the strings on his jacket to help calm himself. Chewing on well, anything, helped him. Wither it be his cheek, hands, jacket strings, anything.

He would lock his door but his dad had the lock removed a year ago after Toby used it to get away from his angry father. It did hurt sometimes that the man didn't always used to be like this, until he started gambling and getting dangerously drunk.

He was surprised the man hasn't died from how much he has consumed.

He couldn't quite remember when, but Lyra came in and calmed him down, pulling one of her own personal pair of headphones onto him and let him listen to music while she hugged him tight.

They almost stayed like that all night.

The next few days of school were not so great. The kids that cut him kept giving him stupid faces, while others mocked his panicked tics and overal way of existing. He always hugged himself when he walked, usually having a hoodie string in his mouth or chewing on his thumb. Kids would inch near him, mimicking those things.

He wasn't the only kid getting bullied, but it felt like they only bullied him, to this severe extent.

One day, he was even pushed into one of the empty trash cans that sat near the walls of the lunch room. That's how he met the janitor. That guy was very friendly and honestly was the only person he talked to when he got the chance.

Toby started to hang out in the janitor's closet during lunch, since everyday it was something.

Toby kept getting in trouble for skipping class just to stay in the little closet. It was the only sense of peace he got during the day. Could you blame him?

It was Friday, the end of the week. Toby was having to walk home like usual. Sometimes Lyra would pick him up, but today wasn't the day.

As he walked he could hear the wheels of bikes get closer and closer.

He turned to see the same kids, pedaling towards him at full speed.

"hey!" Toby scurried out of the way, nearly falling as they just missed completely running into him. These kids were violent.

Toby just turned and started to run the opposite direction from where he was originally going. He couldn't let these kids know where he lived.

Instead he just ran, Toby darted through yards, alley roads, even the highway. No matter how fast or how many turns he made the three kids followed, yelling and cooing that stupid nickname at him.

All of the cars honking, and people yelling at him to slow down, yet all he could hear were their words. Was no one trying to help him?

Maybe he needed to stop waiting for help, and do it himself. Yet he still ran, everything going in slow motion now. Suddenly he ran into someone, it was an older man, who looked to be in his 30s. He immediately went to apologizing, but was stopped, the man gripping onto his shoulders.

The kids on bikes pulled onto their breaks, glaring at the two. "Is that your old man?" They called out.

One of the kids got off of his bike, still staring.

To Toby's surprise the man spoke up. "You can say that, now scram! Or it won't be pretty!"

The kids laughed, the one approaching. "Or what? you gon' fight us? You can't hit me, I'm a kid." They all laughed.

Toby felt the grip tightening then let go, he was still held there though, being eyed at by the man. "I might not be able to, but he can."

Toby was slightly turned, having been literally hugging the man. As he was put on the spot, he didn't know what to do. Hit them? Hit them..

He positioned his fist, making sure his thumb rested on top of his fingers. Didn't want to break it.

He swung, striking the kid so hard in the face he literally stumbled back, holding his face.

Toby was in more shock than any of them combined. Did he really hit him that hard?

"Oh, you've done it now you little bitch!"

Toby knew he couldn't flat out just fight someone just like that, one punch was all he figured he had to do, that only angered them.

Toby just started to run again, leaving the man standing there. They all got back onto their bikes and chased him again, more angry this time.

The one boy's nose was all bloody. He was snarling and baring his teeth the whole time he was petaling after Toby.

Toby would look behind every now and then, they were always on his tail. Finally he came across the gate that separated the forest from the town. He climbed it and continued to run, feeling his heart beat in his own brain. He was weak from all of the running.

He heard their voices still.

"We're gonna find you, ticci!"

He still just kept running as much as he could. Though his speed slowed down a lot, he just kept moving his legs.

Eventually, as a result, Toby completely collapsed onto the forest floor, getting mud all over his knees and palms.

Toby scooted his way over to a tree, sitting against it. He held his chest, huffing from running so fast. The wind picked up, blowing his hair slightly.

He closed his eyes, sighing out. It was almost like he could hear tiny whispers in the wind, until he actually did.

"ㄚ口∪ Ｋれ口山 ㄚ口∪ 匚丹れ'匕 乃モ

卄モ尺モ 匚卄工ㄥ刀."

Toby flinched, opening his eyes. He looked around quickly, trying to see where the voice came from. "Who are you!" He shouted, growling a little. "Don't come near me!" he screamed again, holding his knees up.

"ㄚ口∪ 爪∪Ｓ匕 乃モ Ｑ∪工モ匕, 刀口れ'匕

山丹れ匕 匕卄モ爪 下工れ刀工れム ㄚ口∪."

It responded, a hint of static to its voice. It sounded so distorted. "How do you kn-know I was chased in here.." 

No response to Toby's question.

He just sat there, huffing in annoyance.

"ㄚ口∪ 卄モ丹尺 爪モ."

"乃∪匕 工 山工ㄥㄥ れ口匕 ㄥモ匕 ㄚ口∪

Ｓモモ 爪モ. 丹Ｓ Ｓモモ工れム 爪モ 山工ㄥㄥ 匚丹∪Ｓモ ㄚ口∪ 匕口 ㄗ丹れ工匚."

Toby's head perked up a little. "No I'm, show yourself, I won't panic."

"ㄚ口∪ 爪∪Ｓ匕 Ｋモモㄗ ㄚ口∪尺 モㄚモＳ

口れ 爪モ 匕卄モれ, 匚卄工ㄥ刀. 刀口れ'匕

ㄥ口口Ｋ 丹山丹ㄚ モ∨モれ 下口尺 丹

Ｓモ匚口れ刀."

Just like that, the wind blew in a certain direction, causing a big leaf to fly in front of Toby. He looked that way to see where the leaf went only to then see the tall figure, having to tilt his head up to finally meet its pale face.

No eyes, no mouth, not even ears. It was plain white, almost looking like patchy skin. A long red tie hung from its neck, and it wore a clean looking suit.

He'd be lying if he told himself he wasn't terrified, because he was. The creature he's been hallucinating, seeing in his dreams, it was actually real, standing just yards away. The static faint but there. He could see the traces of white snow within the air.

"y-you're…" Toby stammered out, not even finishing his sentence.

"丹 下尺工モれ刀." The creature added, staying within those few yards. It didn't get closer or further. Toby didn't take his eyes off of it, knowing what it told him to do.

A warm substance ran down his nose, his nose was bleeding, pretty badly too.

"下口尺 丹Ｓ ㄥ口れム 丹Ｓ ㄚ口∪ 卄丹∨モ

匕卄丹匕 爪丹尺Ｋ, ㄥ'爪 ㄚ口∪尺

下尺工モれ刀, ㄚ口∪尺 乃モＳ匕 下尺工モれ刀."

Its words were so clear, but he could tell that if someone wrote them out, he wouldn't be able to tell what the hell they were. It was that distorted.

"What…mark."

He didn't get an answer, once again. He just ignored it.

"a-a friend." Toby added. "I never had one of those before."

It once again didn't answer, just stood there. After a while though the wind came back, stronger.

"ム口 卄口爪モ 匚卄工ㄥ刀, 工匕'Ｓ れ口匕

ㄚ口∪尺 匕工爪モ ㄚモ匕."

Toby tilted his head in question, but it didn't give him anything in return.

Toby slowly stood up, keeping his eyes on the figure.

He turned finally to walk, but then it spoke again. "山口∪ㄥ刀 ㄚ口∪ ㄥ工Ｋモ 匕卄口Ｓモ

Ｋ工刀Ｓ ム口れモ?"

Toby stopped, staring down. That was a tough question. "It depends on..what y-you mean by gone. Dead, yes, I want the-them to regret ever meeting me..ever hurting me."

"工下 匕卄丹匕Ｓ 山卄丹匕 ㄚ口∪

尺尺丹ㄥㄥㄚ 山工Ｓ卄, 爪ㄚ

匚卄工ㄥ刀."

"Wait you aren't going to-" He went to face it again, not seeing it anymore. "Hello?!" he was slightly panicking. It could all just be fake, yes, but he didn't know what he just got himself into.

He just wished death upon three people right in front of what could easily be a demon.

Toby still didn't receive a reply.

He found himself leaving the forest and jogging home. He regained his strength, finally getting home and inside. The sun was setting by then, and a cold plate of spaghetti laid on the table. Looked like he was too late for dinner.

Ever since he's spoken to that thing, everything felt odd. The world felt dead, empty. He felt detached.

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