Toby's Reaction/response To Being Told That He Is A Major Comfort And That His Tics Dont Make Him Any

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contents include; angst +no comfort, habit/Evan headspace, death, graphic depictions of blood, death, and murder, this is fictional, if you or anyone you know is having any violent urges please seek out professional help. Anything you read below the cut i purely of your own volition.

everything stopped. He could feel time itself crumble like a brittle leaf in his hands. This wasn’t supposed to be how this ended, how you ended. You of all people didn’t deserve to end like this.

You were supposed to be kept safe at all costs, and they both failed that. They broke the one fucking promise he made you. The only thing he’d ever promise to you and he broke it.

The man fronting was broken. Tears and snot running down his face as he ran to your side. Evan’s hands shook as he grasped onto anything he could; your hands, your clothes, anything. He tried to rationalize the situation, tried to make it make sense. Thoughts raced through his mind, their mind, quicker than he could speak.

Evan wasn’t a begger, he didn’t plead with others for what he wanted, ironic. Here they were, begging, pleading for anything to save you, just give him a few more minutes at least with you.

But those prayers weren’t answered. You still lay limp in his arms and he was still bawling his eyes out. Your blood coated his hands and face, the liquid leaving a crust as he rocked back and forth, Evan didn’t know if he was comforting you or himself. Habit was silent for once, though Evan could feel him seething. You were gone, snuffed out far too soon.

Evan, (or was it Habit?) brought your hand to his mouth, mumbling apologies and planting kisses to your palm. They wanted to believe you could hear them, that you were there. Evan wanted to pretend he could feel you, but even he knew he couldn’t do that forever.

What lay before him was the truth; and the truth was you were dead. Practically gutted like a fish and bruise, your face battered and swollen. Evan didn’t want to see you like this, he didn’t want the image of their failure to linger in his head on loop like a broken record. They both wanted to go home and pretend this was a dream, the they’d wake up with you beside them, a worried expression plastered on your face as Evan simply kissed you back to sleep, holding you tighter in his arms.

But that wouldn’t be the case.

There’d be a funeral, only close friends, immediate relatives, maybe a few old teachers you were closest to. Everyone would give a small speech about how you were a cherished part of their life, a light that brought them joy. It would be a celebration of life, your life; like how’d you’d want it. Your parents (or guardians) would pat Evan on the shoulder and give him soft gazes of sympathy, offering to let him take whatever he wanted of your’s after they’d picked out the core things. He’d agree. Evan would hoard anything that had your scent, your clothes, perfume. He’d loose hours of his days just sitting on the floor in your jackets or cradling an old band tee shirt you’d stolen months ago.

Habit, on the other hand, was ruthless. He allowed Evan to mourn, he’ll he’d mourn for a while, then he’d begin his work once again. He’d find the thing that killed you, took you from him, and god himself wouldn’t be able to save the poor creature responsible. Habit would be nothing but teeth and claws once he finds that thing. Habit won’t give them the luxury of a knife or gun.

But it wouldn’t make either of them feel any better, forced to live with the fact there’d be no more cooking dates, no more videos of your laughter. Nothing. And they’d had to move on, live with this new way of life. Survive.

They’d have to move on eventually right?

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Kirie and Rex being non-sus as usual. Man, if I had a nickel for every time I was totally accountably innocent last Tuesday between the hours of 10 and 11pm, I could pay someone else to wring this inexplicable substance out of my wardrobe.

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