A/N: I just want to say thanks to all the people who read this and gave me encouragement. It means a lot! Enjoy this last chapter! Also, I am looking for your suggestions for future fanfics. Please PM me or leave a review! -Q
You are having a good day. Your first good day in a while. The police are finally leaving you alone and it has finally stopped raining, plus it's Friday. Also, you haven't had anything terrifying happen to you for the whole week. This is your chance to relax. You deserve to. You make your way upstairs so you can watch Netflix for the rest of the weekend. As you reach the top of the stairs, you hear your doorbell ring. You groan loudly, then check to make sure you are presentable. You walk back down the stairs and freeze at the sight of Toby leaning against the far wall, right next to the open front door.
"You know, I was just thinking about how something weird hasn't happened to me for a while." you mutter. Nevertheless, you are happy to see Ticci Toby. You haven't been able to stop thinking about him after that little kiss. It was seriously messing with your emotions!
"You aren't happy to see me?" Toby smiles and you realize what was different about his appearance. He is wearing casual clothes that are devoid of dried blood. He also isn't wearing those reflective goggles or his scarf. The change is nice.
"Usually when you show up, something bad is happening." you say sourly.
"Well [name], this is your lucky day! I promise not to kill anyone today. See, I don't even have any weapons!" Ticci Toby pushes off the wall and saunters over to where you stand.
"Okay Toby, I'll ask." you roll your eyes and ask, "Why are you dressed up like this?"
"I thought you would never ask!" he twitches a bit and says, "I have come to make amends for my rudeness on previous occasions and ask you out on a proper date!" he raises his eyebrows with a widening smile. "Will you accept?"
You blush a bit, then scold yourself for acting like that. "I'm not dressed for a date." you say awkwardly.
Toby laughs. "That doesn't matter, [name]. Am I all dressed up?"
"Well, not precisely, but it is a big improvement over your usual apparel, seeing as what you typically wear is covered in blood."
"Point taken." he laughs again. "So will you?"
"Yes." you say quietly.
Minutes later, you are sitting in Ticci Toby's car and wondering why you aren't calling the police. Because Toby isn't going to hurt you. the little voice in your head reminds you. He likes you. And for all your apprehension about that killer side of him, you like him too. God help me, I'm in love with a criminal.
"What's the matter, [name]?" Toby gives you one of those devilish grins that raises the hairs on the back of your neck. "Are you scared of me?"
"No." you reply with a little more ferocity than you feel. "Even if I was, I would be completely within my rights to be so."
"Calm down. I promise not to kill you." you aren't sure if he's being funny or not.
As the car starts, you ask, "How did a serial killer get their hands on a car?" Then you think about that question and add hurriedly, "Do I even want to know?"
"No, probably not." Toby admits. "You're on edge enough as it is." You look straight ahead and try to calm your heart. This car is stolen. What am I doing with my life?
Eventually you ask, "Where are you taking me?"
Toby smiles and twitches a bit. "My favorite place in the world."
"Waffle House?" You stare up at the building dubiously.
"What? I like waffles!" Toby says innocently. "They have a calming effect on me." he grins. "Mostly because I can make them without killing anybody or starting a fire."
Once inside, you realize that the atmosphere, at least, is relaxing. By the time you have been seated, you are actually enjoying yourself. Frank's idea of a date had been getting hammered at a bar. This might not be a five star restaurant, but to you, it's wonderful. You look through the menu and choose at random, sure that if it's breakfast food, you really can't go wrong.
"So you having fun now, [name]?" Ticci Toby could not have looked more happy and at ease. For some reason, that makes you happier as well.
"I guess." you blush, then laugh. "I've never been on a date before!"
"There's a first time for everything." Toby is momentarily distracted by the waiter coming up to take your orders. When she leaves, you notice some people sitting down in a booth near your table. You don't pay them much heed until you see Toby look at them and flinch.
"What's wrong?" you ask worriedly.
"Nothing. Just a b-bad habit." you pick up on the stutter immediately, but decide not to pry. If you asked too many questions, he might get even more jumpy. Besides, you reason, Toby would tell you if there was imminent danger.
The food comes out shortly and you start to eat. You don't usually eat breakfast food for supper because your mom drilled it into your head that it wasn't normal, so this is a nice change. You look over at Toby and are relieved to see him acting calm again.
After a few minutes of silent eating, Toby asks, "How has everything been with you, [name]?"
You raise your eyebrows slightly. "Other than constant phone calls from the police and from my sister asking about the 'break in'," you make air quotes around the word. "My life has been pretty good. How about you?"
Toby looks over at that booth again and says, "I d-don't think what I do in my spare time should be t-talked about in a restaurant." You feel more nervous energy come from him. You see one of the people from the booth look over to him. Toby quickly fixes his gaze on his plate.
"True enough." you mutter. Who are those people? Why is Toby so nervous? You catch another one of the men at the booth staring at Ticci Toby and whispering to his companions.
"H-has Frank left you alone?" Toby tries to act casual, but twitches violently and you see through it immediately.
"Yes." You try to eat some more of your delicious waffles, but they taste like cardboard.
In the midst of the oppressive silence, you hear one of the men whisper loudly, "Yes, I'm sure it's him!"
"Stay calm, [name] we might have trouble." Toby whispers to you from the corner of his mouth. "I should be able to handle it."
The men rise to their feet as one and walk deliberately over to your table. "Excuse me sir, is your name Toby?" You can see that these men are cops at once. Suddenly Toby's nerves make sense.
"It is." Toby answers with a visible twitch in his fingers, almost as if he was reaching for a weapon he didn't have. "Is that a crime?"
The policeman's mouth set into a hard line. "I'm very sorry, but I need you to come with us."
Ticci Toby bit his lip and stared at the men with defiance. "I don't think I want to." You feel like your heart is trying to escape your mouth. No, you idiot! Damn it, why did this have to happen?
"I don't think you have a choice, sir." The muscles in the cop's neck tic.
Toby shoots you a look that says, Trust me? You swallow and give an imperceptible nod. Toby stretches out a bit in his chair and you can tell he is in his element now. "Oh, but I do." He flicks his wrists out and suddenly he is holding wicked-looking knives. In a single breath, Ticci Toby is behind you and has one of those wicked blades at your neck. It touches the scar someone else's knife left there.
"Put your hands above your head!" the lead cop yells. Two of the others with him draw guns.
"Put those down. You might hurt someone." You feel Toby's heart beating at your back and hear the breath of a laugh. He enjoys this, you realize.
"Stay calm, miss." one of the unarmed cops says kindly. Just to play the part, you whimper a bit. The other cops move towards you slowly.
"Just a bit closer." Toby mutters. The blade he holds at your neck twitches and digs into your throat. Blood drips down and stains your shirt.
One of the cops takes a big step forward and fires. You scream as you see it graze Toby's arm. To your shock, he laughs maniacally and knifes the man in the heart, dragging the knife down until it hits his navel. When he yanks the knife out, the man falls to the ground, dead.
Toby replaces his knife with an arm around your throat and drags you away. "Sorry to go so soon. It was very nice knowing you!" He pulls you out the door and to the car. He throws the door open and pushes you in before throwing himself over the hood and into the driver's side. Tires skid as he pulls away and gets the hell out of there.
The moment the Waffle House disappears from the rear view mirrors, Toby sighs sadly. "I'm so sorry, [name]. I really tried to take you on a nice date, and n-now it's all ruined."
You stare at him with your mouth slightly open. How can he think about something like that when we both just about died? "You do realize you're bleeding?"
"I am?" He looks at his arm and shrugs. "Oh well, it's not like I can feel it."
"How can you not feel that?" you yell incredulously. "You were shot!"
"I lost my ability to feel pain a long time ago, [name]." he smiles sadly.
You are silent, sensing that the subject is a sore on. "The police are after us." Yes, it was obvious, but you feel the need to remind Toby of his imminent doom.
"Yeah, I know." he looks so tired.
"How long have you been on the run, Toby?" you ask gently.
"Too long." he touches your shoulder lightly. "Thankfully, that means this isn't my first car chase."
You grin despite the grim circumstances. "You really do know how to show a girl a good time."
He laughs loudly. "That's one way of putting it."
You watch the scenery rush by as Toby breaks every speed limit known to this side of the world. "Where are we going?" you ask calmly. For some reason, you aren't a bit worried about the answer.
"To somewhere safe. After that, I'm going to have to leave you so they don't put you under investigation too. Also my hatchets are there and I have a feeling I'm going to need them." The sirens that had been in the distance get closer.
"Toby, what are you planning?" you have a bad feeling that you already know.
"I'm thinking a case of mass murder, but first," he grabs a length of cloth from his pocket that looks like it was used to clean up blood at some point. "I need you blindfolded, for added effect."
You nod and help him tie the cloth over your eyes. "If you kill me, Toby, I swear I will murder you."
Toby snorts. "Sorry, [name], but if you die you can't kill me. Don't worry though, the only people dying tonight are a whole heck of a lot of cops."
You don't know what's going on until you feel the car stop and Toby gently pull you out of your seat. He rushes you into a building and up several flight of stairs. You trip a few times, but he catches you.
"Here we are, [name]. Let's hope I don't die."
You both wait in quiet anticipation until you hear a door get kicked in, and then you start to scream. You would rather not have to do this at all, but if you were going to be a proper victim, you had to be loud and scared.
"Oh officers, I'm upstairs!" Toby yells with a cackle.
The pounding of feet can't drown out your heartbeat that thunders in your ears. "Help!" you scream. "Help me!" The door burst open.
All you hear is the sound of terror. You have no way of telling if Ticci Toby is okay or even if you are okay. You are going numb from the fear that consumes your mind.
The next thing you know, everything is silent but for Toby's heavy breathing and insane laughter. You feel him lift the blindfold from your face but you keep your eyes closed. You don't want to see the carnage he has caused.
"I'm sorry that our date had to end like this." He sound so heartbroken that you open your eyes.
The figure of Toby before you blocks out the rest of the room. "This was the best date ever, Toby." You throw your arms around him and kiss him.
He gasps and falls back in surprise but doesn't break the kiss for a while longer. When you finally lean back and prop yourself up so you can see his face he asks, "You don't mind that I just killed about twenty-five people?"
"I do," you say quietly. "But I think I'm just over it by now."
The sound of a helicopter and wailing sirens break the bliss. "That's my cue, [name]." Toby gets up and helps you to your feet. "Will I see you again?"
You grin. "Yes. But maybe next time we could just eat at my place so you don't kill any more people." You pull the blindfold back on and arrange yourself on the floor so it looks like you hadn't moved.
"That sounds great, [name]." You hear the sound of a door slamming and Toby is gone again. You don't mind this time. You have had quite enough excitement for one month.
Someone bursts into the room and yells, "Are you okay?!"
"Yeah. If you're wondering, he just left." As people rush in, search the room, identify bodies, and tend to you, you realize with a smile just how delightfully abnormal your life has become. Perhaps you are losing your mind…
A/N: I lied, there might be an epilogue. This story deserves one.