#toby rogers fanfic

[insomniac-shado]

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.

[skullytotheark]

CreepyHornets: A New beginning

[Amazing art by @peachy-cloudds on tumblr, instagram and tiktok]

[Warning The Following content Includes: Fictional violence, Parental Abuse, Death and Graphic descriptions]

Read at your own risk

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Retconned lore:

Toby's story [working on rewrite]

Possible romanatic relationship between Zalgo & Slender

[keis-slut]

whimper|t.toby

bonus p. link

CW: RIDING, PRAISE, SCRATCHING, “GOOD BOY”

Third Person POV

toby that’s an absolute bitch when you ride him.

he loves fighting for dominance with you, but on the few occasions where you win, he’s a mess.

he’ll cry and moan as you get yourself off on his cock.

riding him until he’s a ticking and whimpering mess.

he’s laying underneath you, everything off him but his hoodie, his hands clawing at your thighs as you rut for pleasure.

he leaves marks, small crescent shapes from his nails, pink lines trailing down your skin when he drags them.

you just feel so good, he can’t help it.

“yes, yes, b-baby, that’s it- that’s i-it!”

screaming for his own release as he watches you bounce on him desperately, him a sweating and crying mess.

he can’t help but buck his own hips just slightly as you ride him, wanting you to take control but absentmindedly trying to push himself deeper too.

doing so, he feels you clench and throb around his cock, sending his head back with a choked sob from his throat, his brown locks falling and sticking to his face.

“y-you feel so-so s-so good, please!-“

he had his hands roaming up your stomach, caressing your chest and giving a slight squeeze as if this was to help him cum.

“s’ pretty…such a good boy, taking me so well”

you mumble just loud enough for him to hear, purposely making yourself tighten around him.

“o-oh, oh! fuck!”

he moans loudly, quickly clamping his hands onto your hips as he holds you down, feeling him warmly finish inside you.

so loud when he cums, he tenses and whines, mumbling through whimpers how good you feel.

you lean forward and place your hands on his chest, pulling yourself off him as cum slightly drips from your cunt.

“you cum so much every time, too, dontcha?”

[crxshed-skxlls]

— ❝ Enough is Enough.

Sub!Ticci Toby x Fem!Reader

Word Count:

NSFW tags: Rough sex, bondage, begging, degradation, p-I-v sex, riding, overstimulation,

Plot: Toby has been teasing you all day. You finally snap, and take matters into your own hands.

NOTE: This fanfic is a bit shorter than my usuals (2k - 3k+) (creds to divider)

The plush bed and white sheets framed Toby's figure quite nicely as his doe eyes lay into yours. Your hands snake upward on Toby's torso, feeling the tender but scarred skin. He let's out a whine, the pretty brown restraints keeping him from moving too much. You thought he was so beautiful right now, watching his cock twitch and redden from neglect. Watching how his body begged to be touched, begged for more. You hum in amusement, your hands moving downward to his thighs. He writhes under the rope with a whimper, and you can almost tell he was close to angered tears. His hazel eyes were pools of alluring lust with twinges of desperation.

" What's the matter? "

" Mm -- miss please-- "

" Please what? C'mon baby, use your words. "

The way your voice had a hidden malice to it, covered in an innocent honey as you practically torture the poor brunette. He groans, his head hitting the pillows beneath him as he bucks his hips in desperation. You knew how Toby got when he was like this, all needy and teary eyed from the feeling of sexual neglect. You soon take a hand and softly grab the man's shaft, making him gasp from the sudden touch. You keep a hand on his thigh, keeping his hips down as you tease the veins that stuck out among the sensitive flesh. You watch him moan and whimper from the teasing, shaking his head as if he was at a loss for words.

" You're suck a teasing slut, you know that? Taking all the time in the world to tease me like that...

" Mm- m Sorry -- "

" Sorry? Sorry for what? "

You hear him in his slurred speech as he whimpers and whines at your touch. You watch as you stroke your hand all the way to the head of his cock, your thumb swirling softly on it was he spills out more moans. You can physically feel him trembling, shaking desperately with lust. You gulp at such a sight as it hits you to your core, making you ache as you sit between Toby's legs. You take a moment to stop, making Toby lock eye contact with you.

" You want more, huh? "

" Yes! Yes pl- please-- "

" Then be a good whore for me. If I give you want you want, you go by my rules. "

Toby nods vigorously, watching as you escape from his legs and straddle his hips. The way he eyes your slick pussy as it hovers over his dick makes you bite your lip.

" Do not cum until I say so. Understood? "

" Y- Yes ma'am. Please-- "

Toby chokes on his sentence as you lower yourself onto all of his cock in one swift, slick motion. You groan at the stretch, your hand stabilizing itself as you place it next to Toby's head. You feel the brunette arch his back, letting out a shameful moan as he attempts to buck into you. His tears spilled onto his reddened cheeks as you let him buck into you. You moan as Toby hits all your good spots, slamming into your cervix as he tries to please you.

" God -- your a desperate bitch, huh? Shamelessly thrusting into me like this -- "

You degrade Toby, sending him a bit over the edge. You feel his climax coming from the way his dick twitched in you and his sputtering movements, giving you a pleasurable idea. You watch with moans and pants as Toby's moans sang into the humid air. You soon find him whining and babbling as he feels you slide off of him. Your hand soon returns the pleasure, stroking his cock fast as his hips sputter. You feel his back arch yet again, white ropes shooting onto himself as he finally reached his desperate high. Pants fill the air as a sinister grin plants onto your face as you see him drenched in his own fluids.

" Toby, darling~ what did I say about cumming with my permission? "

You coo softly as you continue to stroke him, watching is he moans at the spikes of overstimulation. You watch as his dilated eyes lay onto you with a twinge of fear. You smirk as you slide your thumb across the slit of his cock, making him shiver.

" Well, we have all night to get your act in order, don't you think?.."

[grvyrd-drms]

toby with a s/o who shares a similar trauma to him? if uncomfortable just ignore this rq!

toby rogers x fellow traumatized reader hcs

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A/N: oh no don't worry this is MY TIME TO SHINE THANKS DAD ‼️ i'm projecting a little bit on this one tbh

CW: gn!reader, abuse, borderline personality disorder, shit dads, trauma, ptsd, bullying, mental health issues, etc. just a sad post all around lmao.

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-starting this off by mentioning this is written by someone who had an abusive dad, was severally bullied and has mental disorders. hes literally like me tbh btw fr!!!!

-toby doesn't like to talk about it. his family. school. his mental disorders and tics. he acts like the only life he's ever lived was under the control of slenderman.

-if anything, you would be the one to open up first. if you're a secretive person, just imagine how toby is. you open up about your past, all of your issues etc. and he just.... kind of stares at you. it's uncomfortable at first, and you start to panic and think you overshared or said something triggering.

-then he just sighs, closes his eyes. he doesn't make eye contact with you, just kind of stares into the distance. he mutters a quiet "yeah... i get it. me too." and it's fucking DEPRESSING.

-theres a thick, but comfortable, silence that filled the room. of course you didn't tell him all the details, and he didn't tell you any, but the point got across to both of you that you've both been mistreated.

-from there on toby just kind of studies you. he notices some of your habits are the same as his, flinching at loud sounds or being uncomfortable when you're around angry men. you freeze up when you hear people whispering, and he finally starts to understand why you lock yourself in your room to have panic attacks.

-he's not the world's best therapist, but he's a good listener. he cares about you very much and tries to make it clear by awkwardly offering a shoulder to rest on when you're upset or having unpleasant flashbacks.

-toby's voice gets quiet and his movements become gentler when you're upset about something. he understands what it's like to get like this and knows how to help you (he tries, at least).

for a sprinkle of angst;

-of course he has issues too, and god forbid if you both are having a hard time. it'll be like hell on earth.

-for my bpd fellas, if you've ever dated a person who also has bpd, take that traumatic shit and multiply it by 100.

-toby's bpd is so bad and it's so painful to watch. he'll be freaking out, slamming himself into walls, hurting himself, yelling and crying. he'll split on you, being just a total dickhead.

-of course this will then domino affect, and it'll start making you feel like shit too. give it a few minutes after you freak out and storm off and toby will be crawling back like a pathetic mess. sobbing, begging for you to stay with him, to not leave. he "can't go through that again." his eyes are dark as he clings onto you, he can't stop apologizing. in his eyes, he just made the biggest mistake of his life. which is saying a lot.

-he wants to be good for you. he tries so hard.

[ruexvn]

𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝙸𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

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"𝚑-𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎?.. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜?"

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛.

"𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢...𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚋𝚞𝚝' 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

"𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊-𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖-𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚊-𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎.."

"𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢?..."

"𝚏𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚘𝚝? 𝚢𝚎𝚊-"

"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝!!"

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢𝚜, 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎! 𝚃𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙿.𝙴 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝.

"𝚞𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢?"

"𝚙-𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛-𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.. 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏! 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏!"

"𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚓𝚞-"

"𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝚢𝚘𝚞.. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎...𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎! 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎!"

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘����𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚡: 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚊. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠. 𝙷𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 '𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎' 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 '𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍' 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜

𝙾𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

"𝚘-𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜?...𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜"

𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑? 𝚗𝚘? 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞

"𝚌𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢... 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒-𝚒.. 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕..𝚝-𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖."

𝙾𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

"𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚑?...𝚖𝚖𝚔...𝚒𝚖 𝚓-𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝-𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏"

𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍.

"𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢..𝚒 𝚛𝚎..𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚖... 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢..𝚠-𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎.."

𝙷𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜? 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜? 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜; 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 '𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜' 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝.

"𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚛-"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜..𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚋 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜.

𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚑. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙, 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜.

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚙, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕

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[hatchetno1]

hey hatchet!! hope youre doing okay, could i request some angsty romantic headcanons between ticci toby and a gn!reader? maybe like if they argue about toby's behavior and whatnot

hey there darling! i’m actually doing great, and i hope you are too! i absolutely love the sound of this request, so here we fucking go (disclaimer i am not an expert on his MULTITUDE of conditions, which practically make up his whole person atp)

arguments about Toby’s behavior are not uncommon.

Toby was born with multiple diseases and disorders; though he doesn’t know his own past, you figure that if his parents did even a little less for him, he would be way worse off than he is now. in fact, you’re pretty sure this is as good as it could get.

but oh, there are so many things you simply do not love about this man.

his CIPA (congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis) prevents him from feeling pain, and as such he has not felt pain since he was born. as such, completely lacking the concept of pain and never remembering that others are susceptible to it, he is often a little too rough with you, not just in bed. sometimes, he grabs you just a little too hard, and it gets to you.

you know he is as dense as he seems, but just in case, you hope hard that he never realizes you’re slowly becoming distant from him. you simply can’t do it, not with his roughness and lack of reverence on your body.

and oh, this is just scratching the surface of his behavioral issues.

Toby is also diagnosed with BPD (borderline personality disorder). this is what you consider to be the worst part of his behavioral issues.

you had the misfortune of ending up as his favorite person (though in his defense there are not many others around him so his poor mentally ill brain pretty much has no choice).

you talk to the cashier at 7-11 for a millisecond too long? suddenly as you walk out, Toby is gone from where he was waiting for you and when you look back, the cashier’s gone too. but you know somewhere behind the store, the poor cashier’s blood is being spilled.

and even if you need just a small something from his fellow proxies, they’re not immune either.

though, you have to say, you prefer asking a random person instead.

because even though tim and brian may be punished by Toby, you feel like you are the one being punished the hardest.

he’ll give you the cold shoulder and guilt trip you and manipulate you.

it’s to the point you don’t think you know what a normal relationship feels like anymore. are boyfriends supposed to be loving? or are they supposed to scowl at you, go silent and cold the moment they notice you talking to someone else, even if it’s absolutely necessary?

and so you do the only thing you can do to rebel: argue.

you first start out gently, chiding him when he does something he’s not supposed to do. you correct him and explain to him why it’s wrong.

but you’re not sure if it goes through to him at all. you genuinely cannot tell, between his desperate apologies right after and the blatant repetition of his behavior.

for a while, it’d just been the apologies and repetition. though you disliked it, you soon came to realize that it was better than apologies, repetition and THEN arguments, guilt tripping and manipulation.

“why can’t you just love me for who i am? do you not love me after all? i was right all along. you’re desperate to get rid of me.”

and the truth is, you are.

[safe-by-dawn]

Hi! I loved the Toby headcanons you wrote! Can we please get a yandere nsfw Ticci Toby x reader?

~Possession~

Yandere!Ticci Toby/Toby Rogers x SlightlyDeranged!Reader (Smut)

Requests are currently open!

MDNI!

My first request! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing them and I can't wait to get some time to write for some more Pastas! I got some good ideas up my sleeve.

Also I made the reader super into the fact that Toby fucks up anybody that even gets near his s/o, so if you were thinking of a more innocent/scared reader just send me another ask but but honestly anybody that gets with Toby better be into that because he's gonna burn cities for his s/o.

I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I did writing it!

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, Public Sex.

Let me know if I should add anything to the warnings! I try my best to add what I think is necessary but sometimes I can't tell when something should be included.

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His hand was on your thigh, squeezing the flesh there and it was enough to make your heart drop for the poor man that had taken up residence next to you at the bar. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He didn’t know that the small touch that still lingered on your thigh would be his one way ticket to an early demise.

He didn’t know that the other man beside you practically owned you at this point, and he surely didn’t know that you took some sick, demented enjoyment out of watching the way he gets when he’s jealous. It’s lethal.

“Won’t you come home with me, darling?” The words are slurred, barely even there when he leans towards your ear.

You can practically feel Toby stiffen beside you, radiating anger in such a way that it seeps into your clothes and fuses into your bones leaving a sweet, delicious ache in the pit of your stomach. He’s a good fuck normally, but the switch that flips when he gets jealous is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

“I suggest you take your hand off me,” Your eyes finally meet his, a coy smile playing at your lips, “If you want to make it through the night, that is.”

Your hand moves to push the man’s off your thigh, but he keeps your flesh in a vice-grip as he speaks, “Feisty, I love that in a woman.”

You can’t help the small giggle that pulls its way out of your throat as you feel Toby finally move. You don’t know how he’s held back for this long. You know the jealousy is burning in him, and his eyes are on the two of you. You don’t even have to look over at him to know it. Toby’s own hand finally shoots out and in one swift motion, grabs the man's fingers and twists, pushing them towards him and you hear the sickly snap before you see the way his fingers are now bent, definitely broken.

He might have a chance if he stops now, but now you have anger on both sides of you, and you just know it won’t end here. You know Toby has no reason to hold back, and he won’t. He doesn’t know how. Not anymore.

“Fuckin’ bitch.” The man pushes out of his seat, moving towards the man that just snapped his fingers.

The bar stool scratches heavily against the wood floor as Toby finally stands, gripping onto the man's collar and practically dragging him out of the dingy dive bar. They’re out of the door before you can even stand, and you take a moment to fish an almost empty pack of cigarettes out of your pocket, pulling one out and lighting it before reaching for the money you kept in the back pocket of your jeans.

It’s at least a hundred but you don’t count it before throwing it down. Call it payment for damages for when someone finally finds that sour fucker’s body the next morning.

You pull a drag from your cigarette as you move to get up, your own bar stool screeching into the air and you finally allow yourself to look to the only duo that rests in the corner of the bar and giving them a small smile. Their eyes pull quickly away from yours and you finally make your way outside into the just as disgusting night air that surrounds the establishment.

You can hear him before you see him. The labored grunts of him most likely already crushing the man’s head in is just around the corner, leading into the dark alleyway, and the fact that you can only hear Toby is a sure sign that he’s almost done with the man. His life’s probably gone, but Toby has so much anger stored in his body from that interaction that he might be there for a moment before he feels like he’s finally finished with him.

The scene you walk into is much worse than you expected, and some part of you is glad that it’s dark. The wall behind them is a disgusting inky color that you can only guess is blood. Some broken bones, arms contorted in a way that makes your stomach turn, even after getting comfortable with seeing what kind of aftermath Toby can leave behind, it’s a little bit much.

Toby has his hands splayed onto the brick of the wall, holding himself stable as his foot sinks another kick into the limp leftovers of the man on the ground. Once you finally make it closer to him you can hear him whispering, voice coming out in a low growl that sets your skin on fire.

Mine, she’s mine.

You let your hands rest on his back, pushing to wrap around him, hands coming to rest just under his shirt on his bare stomach. You let your thumbs toy at the waistband before gripping onto it, and it usually serves to pull Toby back to the real world. Tugging him out of his thoughts proves to be a little harder tonight, but his hand comes to rest on one of yours before he lets the man have one more kick before pushing himself off of the wall and turning his face towards you.

It’s splattered with dark red, and if you hadn’t known him, you would think it was his own, but you know the man doesn’t have a single scratch on him. You pull your hand from his waistband to tug the cigarette out of your mouth after taking a long draw, moving it to Toby’s mouth and pressing the butt of it to his lips. He pulls his own draw off of it before you toss it to the ground, not worrying about stomping it out. You wouldn’t have time even if you had wanted to.

Toby’s lips crash hard against your own after he exhales the smoke, and you drink him in like you’ve been thirsting your whole life and he’s the water you’ve fought so hard to finally reach. Your teeth hit his in the mess of a kiss, and you’re sure he’s drawn blood when he finally bites at your bottom lip.

“You’re fucking mine.” His voice comes out with a growl of arousal and over-exhaustion, and it only serves to push you closer to the brink and his hands aren’t even on you yet. His usual stutter is nowhere to be found, lost in the clouded haze of anger and post-murder. His mind’s only on one thing and it’s you. All of it is you.

“All yours.”

You can barely get the words out before he’s pushing and pulling, pressing your back hard against the other side of the alleyway and his mouth finds its way to your throat. He bites hard, no doubt leaving a bruise already forming. You can feel him all around you, hands all over your body, pulling at your clothes and undoing the button on your jeans. He pushes them down quickly, and the way the night air presses heavily into your form is the only thing to remind you that you’re still outside.

Anybody could see you, anybody could see what he’s done, and anybody can see the mess he’s about to make of you. It sends a delicious chill up your spine. His lips press against yours once more before he’s pulling away and pressing your face into the brick of the building, no doubt scratching you up a bit, but it’s worth it. It’ll all be worth it as long as he takes you right here. You’re far enough in the dark that as long as nobody follows the sounds pouring from your mouth then you’ll be just fine.

His mouth lands on your shoulder and even through the fabric, the weight of his bite tears a shriek out of you. “Keep making those sounds for me.” His voice filters into your ears, and you can’t help but push back into him. The thin fabric of your panties does little to keep the denim of his jeans from rubbing you deliciously, and you can feel every inch of him through his jeans. You’re practically drooling at this point and he knows it.

“You’re fucking sick, y’know that?” He speaks before he presses a smaller bite into your earlobe and his hand finally pulls your panties down to meet where your jeans rest at the bottom of your thighs. “You do this on purpose, don’t you?” His scarred fingers finally press against your slit, pushing just enough to feel how wet you are, but not giving you what you wanted just yet.

You can only nod, words not able to form in the knot he has tied in your throat.

“You get off on me killing for you,” He laughs then, absolutely deranged, exactly how you like him. “You’re- You’re just like me.”

His fingers finally circle your clit, pulling some of the pent-up arousal out of you in the form of a moan and the words finally slip out of you, “Jus’ like you, Toby, Fuck.” You huff as his fingers work you, pulling you closer to your edge and you can feel him trying to undo his pants with one hand and your mouth waters at the thought of him finally filling you up.

“You love me?” He asks, he always asks and you always answer.

“Only you, Toby.”

He leaves another bite on your shoulder as he pulls himself out of his pants, resting against your ass and never slowing his hand on your cunt as he says his next words, “Then cum for me, baby.” It comes out as a whine, begging, delicious, and twisting your insides.

It pushes you so close, almost to the edge. As he finally slips into you, you tumble, falling over the edge as his hips finally snap into you. He fucks you through it, as words fall out of your mouth in an incoherent mess and you can only hear him chuckle behind you. You can only feel his hands on you as he finally pulls off of your sensitive clit to grip heavily onto your hips. All you can do is brace yourself as he fucks into you, chasing his own high.

His grunts fill the Alley, and the way he growls sets you on fire as your body tries to come down from its high. He doesn’t let it though, cock pressing hard into your sweet spot with each thrust. His hips hit against you with a bruising weight as he fills you to the brim with every bit of him, every inch stretches you out deliciously. You can feel it coming again, can feel the tight coil in your abdomen get worse with every thrust.

He finally snaps his hips and keeps them pressed against you and him cumming inside of you pulls you over the edge for a second time like a noose tied around a rock and your neck and he just threw it into the ocean.

You both come undone and your cunt milks him for everything he’s worth. His growls fill the air around you as he ruts against you, thrusting another time before he pulls out of you. Your mixed fluids leak out the smallest bit before he’s pulling your clothes up and buttoning your jeans for you. He lands a light smack to your ass before he’s finally fixing himself and his hand finds purchase in your hair to finally pull you off the wall and into him.

His thumb presses heavily into your cheek, smearing the blood from the scratches the dirty brick gave you before he presses it into his tongue. He’s fucking deranged, but you’d be lying through your teeth if you didn’t admit you were just as fucked up as he was.

[sstardustt3]

toby rogers relationship hcs! (both sfw and nsfvv)

tags II toby rogers x reader II creepypasta II nsfw II mentions of him being a manwhore II toby being a whinny little bitch II slight angst at the beginning II toby being a wet cat of a boyfriend II just general hcs of mine II

-Okay so im just gonna say this right now that he is NOT a good boyfriend not intentionally of course but none the less, a bad boyfriend. 

-He’s the type to be overly obsessive and jealous of you, not even like the people that surround you and other men but just you as a person 

-i don’t think he’s abusive but i do think he would be an asshole for two reasons

One, he is canonically an asshole and he is an obnoxious little shit 

and two it is cannon that he is annoying to the point where he makes people full on cry

So in my opinion i think if you were to ever get into an argument with this man he’s either mocking you until you break down

-i do think he’ll feel bad about it tho after a while and apologize (eventually)

- but adding on to being overly obsessive i think he’ll also be very clingy and extremely scared of loosing you

- I think being with him would kinda be an endless cycle of good times, hating the world, and then fighting, apologies and then repeat

But moving on from that  lets talk about some happier hcs!!

I think he’d like very calm very small easy dates liike going to the aquarium or literal hanging out on the roof of a house and just eating or talking just something very simple and easy to do.

He would definitely be the type to just stare at people and not even realize that he’s doing it and he does that alot and now he does it even more with you! He just stares at you like some type of strange special thing he found

I don’t feel like he’s the type to be vocal about his love and he mostly just uses physical affection (kinda like a cat, he’ll give you affection if he wants it)

Which brings me to another point, he looks like a  wet cat and acts like one whenever he even TOUCHES water. Like he can’t stand it and he hates the way it feels on his skin, you found this out when on your second date he let you pick out where to go and out of everywhere you chose a beach..? Like okay picture this..

“...what the fuck is this?”

“It’s a beach, toby.”

“I know that much im not stupid, why are we here.”

“Because your whiter than a ghost and you can use some sun and two, the beach is fun!”

“...now what in the peanut butter fuck made you think that the beach is fun.”

“Stop whining like a little bitch and get in the water.”

“Im not getting in the goddamn water- wait- no-”

SPLASH.

-you threw him into the shallow part of the water and he started coughing and squirming and trying to claw his way onto shore like his life depended on it. 

-which brings me to another point, his hygiene is ASS. Like if you weren’t there you he would have continued to use axe bodyspray and act like that is good enough and nobody notices that he showers once every blue moon. 

-He did used to shower more often when he was with clockwork but after that he just fell out of habit

-but once he got with you he started to slowly fall back into actually taking care if himself and eating full meals and not just living off of  several week old pizza and monster energy

-but when you first met him it was unbearable, so unbearable that you literal had to get in the shower with him and take one with im just to make sure he actually cleans himself properly.

-you actually ended up helping him was his back and he ended up sobbing like a baby, so safe to say you knew then and their what his love language was..

-acts of service!! He is a huge fan of acts of service because  boy hadn’t had people really take care of him like that before at first he ends up rejecting almost all of the things you do but eventually he comes around to it and ends up letting himself enjoy being taken care of

NSFVV WARNING FOR THIS PART

- I don’t think that he’s as sex addicted as most people say he is

-like don’t get me wrong he still has a fair amount of hook ups but i personally don’t think it’s as big of deal to him

- i think when he does do it it’s to let out frustration when he’s pissed about something or he just wants to feel something

-he probably mellowed out overtime so now that he’s with you he’ll still do it when he’s really pissed about something or he’ll just do it because you asked

-he had some experience but he wasn’t very good at it but his willingness to learn made up for that

-he’s very awkward at first he has not clue on what to do, he’s used to it being a one and done type of thing.

-he was only in school until maybe 5th-7th grade (my personal hc not cannon) so he was only given a basic understanding of how the human body works in that way

-but when he gets into it oh my god he is a such a manwhore.

-he is pretty rough most of the time, not intentionally but you can not tell me that working for slender hasn’t given him strong ass arms and a sleeper bulid (but more on that at a later date) 

-he is unbelievably whinny, just praise him and he is your bitch. 

- as i said earlier, he likes acts of service, his way of returning that is aftercare (even if it’s like the bare minimum, it’s the thought that count’s really)

It appears i have ran out of shit to say so that’s the end of this post

(reposts and requests are deeply appreciated and if you want to make a request then submit it through my ask me anything!)

[huhcat]

My savior.

Heyoo! I come with some angsty thingies, hurr hurr. This is my first time doing something like this, so please excise if this is too amateur or whatever, lol.

Disclaimer, English is not my first language, and I think I still write a lot of mistakes, so do forgive that.

Cw: angst, undereating, being held captive, Toby is a manipulator, hhh...

Yeah, I think that's it. :)

You had forgotten what the problem was at this point. The only thing you knew was that you were not at fault here.

You, however, felt bad, for your boyfriend was somehow guilt tripping you, manipulating you into thinking that it was your fault to be in this situation when you decided to laugh a little too much at Tim's jokes.

Toby was, by no means, a Saint. Even the other creeps knew not to mess with him, especially considering the fact that he was unpredictable. You never knew what his reaction would be, making him a ticking bomb ready to explode at any second.

He locked you in his room, which was as messy as ever. For whatever reason, Toby had nailed some boards to his window, making the room dark and reeking of humidity. It also did not help that the light bulb went out a long time ago, and Toby didn't want to fix it yet.

He decided that the best thing to do was to seclude you from everyone so that no one would take you away... So that you wouldn't dare cheat on him again with Tim.

He'd bring you some food every once in a while, but judging by what he served you, you only ate breakfast and dinner. The rest of the day you'd spend locked in the room, cold and dark, waiting for this punishment to be over.

It would be really hard to convince Toby that you were "ready" to go out again, since he thought that if you, by any chance, even dared to look a little too long to anyone else, you would be betraying him. Cheating on him with whomever that person were.

Days passed like this, still locked in his room.

At least you had his company, him toying with your hair as you sobbed in place, both of you sitting on his bed as he told you that this was for your own good, that you only had to learn to have eyes for him and him only. He would say that this would pass as long as you learned your lesson, but... at what cost?

By the time he let you out, it had been a month. You came to realize that Toby would tell the others that you were sick, how a horrible cold got to you, then you coincidentally started feeling dizzy and vomiting after you were "healed."

Of course, you looked emaciated. You weren't the person you used to be before.

This time, you made sure to stick close to Toby. To speak only to Toby.

There was no one else you needed, other than Toby.

He who gave you his love even when he locked you up, He who cherished you even when you were such a horrible person, He who loved you through think and thin even when you dared speak to others.

He gave you solace, company, love...

And isn't that what good boyfriends do?

[creepygirl739]

Now kiss

POV: writing favorite pasta x y/n fanfics

[8-dermestid]

Hey, I'd like to request a Toby x Reader, with a story that covers the evolution of their relationship (from them meeting to becoming intimate lovers, with steamy moments, if you feel comfortable writing that kind of thing, of course) thks !

hi-hi-hi, i kind of took this idea for a bit of a joyride, i hope you enjoy this regardless of how i crashed it into a telephone pole

dirty laundry

relationships: ticci toby x reader

word count: 1.2k

links: available on ao3

warnings: scent kink, masturbation as torture, canon-typical violence, i like my tobias like a kicked-in-the-head-dog, obsession, toby vomits

You’re fresh meat.

Toby creeps around behind you, trailing you through the non-Euclidean hallways, hyperbolic rooms that are an impossible fit within the actual shell of the manor from the outside. The few things you carried with you find homes in your new bedroom. All of your chores get done without noticing your second shadow.

Dinners, when it isn’t a fend-for-oneself type of night, have everyone in the mansion gather around a long table. Toby, whose name you learned from other people barking it at him as they shoved him aside, sits as far as he can from you (at one point, he shoved other people from their chairs to maintain his distance from you). Toby is starstruck by you, and he does not know why. When you get up to leave the table and wash up your plate, he watches you from the table, not looking away for a second.

Months and months go by, and after spending weeks trailing you and trying to understand why he’s so captivated, Toby finally gets the courage to speak to you. He’s quiet, wide-eyed, and on the verge of puking all over you, but he finally coughs up that he would like to be friends. You nod. You’re like an angel, a wonderful, merciful angel for underbelly scum like him.

After another few weeks of spending time together (where Toby wants to rip his skin off because he’s so excited to have a friend in this carved-out hole in hell), you have your first task, and Toby accompanies you. You’re chasing down a college-aged man, but he gets the bright idea of scrambling into his car and trying to run you down.

Toby pulls you away right before the hit-and-run, and you’re left panting in his too-tight grip, sweat rolling down your neck.

“Thanks.” You breathe. 

It is the only quiet thing that comes out of your mouth, and Toby wants someone to carve out a place in his brain so he can keep that remark inside of him forever. Abruptly, there is a distant crash. Your catch hit a telephone pole. You beat your victim until there are brains smattered across the steering wheel. It’s the best thing Toby has ever seen.

He fingers himself that night until his clit burns.

(Deep down, at this moment, he wants you to peel him apart with a scalpel and crawl inside him. Toby would let you pull his guts out for so much as a smile. If he could crawl inside of you, it would be such an honor. He wants to surround himself with you—living, breathing, knowing everything about you.)

He feels awful as hot bile pools in his gut when he digs through your dirty laundry, your literal dirty laundry. He pulls out the shirt you wore while you were running around chasing a kill the other night and working up a sweat, the cotton steeped in your delicious sweat and grime—dirt and blood and you, you, you, you, you, you—Toby smothers himself with your bloody, dirty shirt until he’s sobbing, curled over himself like a pill bug as he holds back vomit steaming in his throat when he climaxes the seventh time into his hand. He wants to stop—he knows you’re coming home soon—but Toby can’t help himself, even though it feels worse and worse with every motion, even though he wants to puke up your smell embedded into the lining of his intestines. 

He throws your shirt across the room and vomits into the corner until he curls into his bed and falls asleep.

✸ ⦻ ​​✸

The fragrances you wear start drying up faster than usual, and Toby stops smelling like Toby (not good, like body odor and rot). He starts using some of your hair-care products—he thinks you won’t notice, but you do. He smells like your shampoo now.

It was an accident—you forgot your fake ID and insurance in your room and had to come back for it (someone got too close but also thought they could outrun you with a car—too bad you can drive across state lines). You open the door and spot Toby hunched over your closet, panting like a dog as he digs through your laundry bin. He pulls your underwear from the pile and presses them to his nose, shuddering as he loses himself in fantasy. 

You’re such a voyeur as you watch Toby’s free hand loosen his belt, fingers already digging deep to satisfy some unending craving. God, he’s howling like a beaten dog as he tumbles to the floor (smacking his head against hardwood) as he ruts against his hand.

Toby is shaking so hard you’re afraid he’s going to make himself sick, and an intense climax leaves him writhing with his back against your bed frame. He scrambles to his feet and pulls for your pillow, straddling the damn thing as he sobs into himself with a disgusted howl about it.

Just as he pulls his pants down to his ankles with a scrambled hurry so he can begin humping your pillow, Toby spots you in the doorway and freezes like you have a gun pointed between his eyes. He looks at you like a dog on the euthanasia table—or Old Yeller staring down the barrel of a gun. His diaphragm hiccups, tears roll down his cheeks thick and heavy. He’s an ugly crier—snot-nosed and loud and red-eyed until he’s dizzy—Toby pushes his hands into his sockets and scrapes his gloved palms over his eyes. He grabs a Swiss army knife to try and pull together some pathetic apology that someone as heavenly as you deserves.

He opens the blade, digging his nails between metal bits and bobs to pull out the knife, then he pushes it into your hand and then pulls your knife-wielding hands toward his belly.

“Y-You can,” Toby hiccups, sniffling as tears carve deep lines down his face, “---If you wanna. You can. I would want to if I was you.”

He keeps trying to pull your hand toward him, now trying to get you to carve out his vulva. You yank back the knife hard, losing your grip as it collides with a far wall.

He sputters and tries to cover himself (he did not think to yank his pants over his bumpy hips when he finally caught you) while trying not to puke in front of you.

“I… I’m not going to do that.”

He scrambles and tries to kick you off, dragging himself across the floor to grab the knife to try again. He begs and pleads for you to do it. 

“No.” You say so flatly that he knows you mean it, and that kills him.

You keep him pinned to the floor until he quits. Toby is sobbing into his sleeve when you finally get off of him. He’s gross, he says, Gross and nasty, and he’s not quite sure why you didn’t put him down.

You don’t know why. 

But, you start, if he likes you that much, he can keep the shirt—if he stops using up all your body wash. Toby sits in front of you like an obedient hound. He inhales your smell from the shirt—he’d give up cigarettes and do this for the rest of his life if he could.

Maybe one day, Toby will finally get your scent from its source. Maybe one day.

[sweetestofheartz]

Hey… i… i request nina x toby… giggles deviously

NinaToby headcanons

At first they'd start out as very distant and they would just be really neutral on each other. Toby would think she's cute but he wouldn't really interact with her and Nina would think he smells bad (he does).

But eventually as they get closer they'd find out they have very similar interests like how they both like animals and make up (to some extent). I think Toby would mostly like watching her put it on and how creative it can be but he wouldn't wanna put any on himself.

However when they get more romantic it'll start off as just like small little comments here and there, Nina would probably make jokes about how he acts like a boyfriend sometimes and Toby will just look away awkwardly.

I feel like even if they do date they're a very on and off thing, like they're not officially dating yet but it's pretty much unspoken in how they act with each other. Like they'll act like everyday couples do (holding hands, kissing, etc) but when ether of them get asked what they are they'll just be like "oh we're very close!"

It's more of Toby's fault because he's a little scared of commitment and Nina is still questioning her feelings for him and her old "relationship" with Jeff. But when she finally figures out her feelings she'd be more than willing to call Toby her boyfriend.

Thinking back to what I said about makeup I feel like Nina would do Toby's makeup while he's asleep since he's a very heavy sleeper. When he wakes up though he's pissed and just gives her a very upset stare before wiping off the makeup as she laughs at him.

[pyrovverse]

FOREST FIRE .

CW: Abuse, violence

Tobias Rogers was not a good person by any means. A problem child from birth, he would prove to be too much for his mother, Connie Rogers, to handle. She never knew what to do with him. On the other hand, his father, Dan Rogers, was only fuel for the forest fire the boy would become.

For years Toby and his elder sister, Lyra, would fall victim to brutality and instability at the hands of their father who would begin to lose himself to alcohol. The violence that the boy witnessed enveloped his developing brain as he only began to do what he saw, oftentimes throwing aggressive temper tantrums. These fits would cause a tense relationship between him and his sister in their early childhood.

With Lyra being the eldest, Connie had far more expectations for her daughter unlike with her son. This led to Lyra growing out of her conduct issues, and Toby growing into them. While his sister matured and became a decent girl with friends and good grades, Toby would on the other hand fall victim to his fathers image. With his father being a strict man who desired complete control over his family, Toby and Dan often clashed. And the two men had bullets in their teeth, creating a battlefield of a home. The dignity being brutally stripped from Toby only led to him attempting to compensate.

He would repeatedly be pulled out of public school due to continuous fights with the other kids, who would ruthlessly bully the boy due to his strange tics and demeanour. Being unsocialized and isolated, Toby found himself intruding on others boundaries, or rather not having a care for them in the first place. He did and said whatever he wanted, if anybody tried to tell him what to do, they would immediately be struck down. Nobody but himself was in control of his life, and in his life he was in power.

Toby was a callous, vulgar, and loud-mouthed boy who had a sadistic streak. He never fit in anywhere, his wild eyes and unkempt appearance made him stick out like a sore, eerie thumb. The other kids his age would pick up that he wasn’t quite like them, he was antisocial and strange. He had a dark sense of humour and would make morbid jokes, even laughing at others pain. And his macabre fascination with death and destruction was the cherry on top for Toby’s bad reputation.

Obnoxious as he was, Toby had a way of making his way in the world. The boy was crafty and eccentric, blazing through life and leaving behind nothing but char everywhere that he went. The fire within him would carry on throughout his life, never expiring, even when he was brought to his knees.

[cryptomiracle]

Ticci toby headcanons (but make it ✨romantical✨)

Basic facts

He's clingy as hell .

After losing his sister, he kinda has that "I can't afford to lose another person" mentality, so he's basically attached to your hip .

He'd literally follow you EVERYWHERE .

And by EVERYWHERE I mean EVERYWHEREEE

He's a bit (more than a bit) of a creep.. he'll follow you to work, the gas station, the grocery store, your house, your friends house, and he has tabs on everyone you have a personal relationship with .

He knows the name of your first s/o, your mom's/dad's Facebook, your blood type, and even your favorite song .

Gifting

not only is he clingy, he's crazy too (duh) .

He's the type to leave a human heart in a pretty little gift box in your house while you're away, but be confused as to why you're shaking with fear when you find it, while he looks at you through your window .

But if YOU leave him a gift, he'll cherish it with his whole heart.

Even if it's just some little gift bag you threw together, even if it's a scented candle from the dollar tree, the fact that you thought about him enough to get him a present, is enough for him .

Physical touch

I already said he's clingy, but I didn't say HOW clingy .

He absolutely ADORES cuddling, this mf has a grip like a vice, once he has you trapped, there's no getting away. Literally ..

He LOVES anything to do with your hair

He also loves when you run your hands through his hair, or brush it.(he hasn't brushed his hair since like 2013)

he'd learn how to braid just for you .

He knows all the products you use by name, so you don't have to worry about him getting the wrong ones .

When he's out killing he can be a bit.. wild.

But surprisingly with you, he's extremely gentle like you're a precious jewel, or a fine piece of china he can't afford to break.

Whenever you two go somewhere, he'll never let go of your hand. Never ..

What freedoms you have

He let's you go places ofc.. as long as he can come with you .

he doesn't want you to hate him, so he doesn't treat you like a "pet" but he does feel the need to protect you, especially because of his "line of work"

He's not exactly a "yandere" but he can be quite possessive .

If anyone is rude to you, or even looks at you sideways, he'll simply stare at them with an empty, yet hateful glare .

If anyone tries to flirt with you, or looks at you with "lustful eyes", they're instantly on his kill list .

If you tried to escape

It depends on his mood tbh .

If he's in a good mood, he might let you escape then continue to stalk you from a distance for a few months until he can't handle being "away" from you anymore .

But if he's in a bad mood..

He'd let you escape, but he'd be waiting for you IN your own house.

Because of his job, he's really good at hiding in plain sight, so he'd just live in your house without you realizing it .

it'd start with little things, like moving stuff, or taking your stuff and hiding it.. then he'd start to whisper things, he'd tell you things in your sleep, he'd leave little marks on your arms, legs, etc. Nothing too serious, just something to get you on edge and paranoid, he'd crave his name on different things in your house, like walls, doors, etc. He'd slash your tires, and leave pictures of you asleep on your dresser with hearts drawn on them in an "unknown substance" (it's his blood)

He'd do this for months, slowly driving you mad.. then he'd take you back.. ♡

[ruexvn]

𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝙰𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚛

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𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞

'𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎...'

𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚡𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎?

𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜; 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚛. 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜.

"...𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔?..𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝..𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗.."

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘-𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛, 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

"𝚌-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝...𝚒 𝚠𝚘-𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.."

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢'𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚋���𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

"𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢-𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎?... 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍"

𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙰𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜...𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌....𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗.

"𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚑𝚑.... 𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎... 𝚍-𝚍𝚘-𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢... 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚔-𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙. 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜.

"y-your 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚖-𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚔?.... 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎..."

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚡𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ��𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚢𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜.

"𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜-𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍... 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚋-𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕-𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚔?"

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

"𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚜.... 𝚒𝚖 𝚗-𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛"

"𝚠𝚑𝚘... 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.."

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍

"𝙸𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎��𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚛"

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