Ticci Toby ASYLUM

Chapter 3: Bloody trails Why were you running off like that? He wanted to see you! How rude of you. He was even more curious after he saw you getting chased by Tim. Maybe he could have a few minutes to toy with his doctor before someone else steals you away. [ASYLUM AU]

Ticci Toby ASYLUM

Chapter 3: Bloody trails Why were you running off like that? He wanted to see you! How rude of you. He was even more curious after he saw you getting chased by Tim. Maybe he could have a few minutes to toy with his doctor before someone else steals you away. [ASYLUM AU]

The halls were soon filled with screams and the sound of frantic footsteps. Toby thrived in the pandemonium, a snicker escaping his lips. He moved through the corridors after he got back his hatches and old clothes. Amid the chaos, he caught sight of her, her white coat a beacon to him. She was running, her steps frantic, as she fled towards the forest that bordered the hospital grounds. She seemed to be running away from Tim, catching his full attention from that sight.

Toby's heart raced with excitement as he followed her, his hands gripping his hatches. He moved swiftly, his eyes locked on her retreating form. When he finally caught up to her, she stumbled. Toby couldn't help but laugh, his arm twitched as he pointed at her.

"R-Running off a-a-all alone?" he taunted, a whistle escaping his lips as his head tilted to the side. "Thought you could escape me, did ya?"

Toby swung one of his hatchets in a lazy arc. "W-What's the ma-matter, Doc? Cat g-got you-your tongue?" he sneered, his words punctuated by a nervous tic that jerked his head to the side with a silent crack of his bones. "Not s-so-so high and m-mighty now, are ya?"

He circled her slowly, the hatchets twirling in his hands. She tried to scramble away, but Toby was quick, his foot pressing down on her ankle painfully. He crouched down, bringing his face close to hers.

"You k-know, I a—a-always liked-d you," he said, his voice a silent whisper. "Y-You were the o-on-only one who treated me l-like I was human. But now... n-now you're j-just like the rest o-of them. Scared, p-pathetic."

Toby's grin widened as he watched her. He lifted one of his hatchets, letting the blade rest against her cheek, the cold metal drawing a thin line of blood. He laughed again.

"D—Don't worry, Doc," he said, his voice suddenly soft and almost tender. "I'm not-t gonna hurt you... m-much."

With a sudden, jerky motion, he pulled the hatchet away, leaving a shallow cut. Toby stood up, watching her struggle with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Then, in an unexpected act of mock kindness, he extended a hand towards her.