you take the place of Toby in this

Tw: abuse

Author’s Note: this was made for someone whom requested it. No I do not do requests and the original one where you are said friend is on my page.

The father’s name is Rodney. No that isn’t cannon. He doesn’t have one canonically.

Tags: Ticci Toby, Creepy Pasta, Slenderman, Tobias Erin Rogers

Initial message, blah blah, blah blah blah—

Andy’s parents had said they’d be gone all night and be back tomorrow night. All this so they could attend a friend’s wedding.

The whole thing was simple really. Go to the Rogers’s home, sleep there and then he’d go back to his own home the next day.

***In the Rogers’s home: 6:36 P.M.***

“I already told you to get your fucking shit cleaned up Lyra!” Rodney shouted at his daughter. He had a bottle of whiskey in his left hand and the back of Lyra’s shirt in his right.

“Dear please stop, Andy is going to be here any minute....” Connie begged softly, her eyes wide and pleading as if that would actually sway the man. Connie gently tried to take the bottle out of Rodney’s hand. “Rodney please, just let her go. We can handle this at another time.”

Rodney clutched the whiskey bottle tighter before letting Lyra go. The girl fell the the floor with a thud before Rodney smacked Connie hard across the face. “Don’t you dare treat me like a miss behaving child Connie!” He spat the words out like merely talking to his wife was beneath him.

Connie stumbled back a few steps clutching her face with her hand as tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m sorry dear. I’ll go finish making dinner.” Connie gave a sympathetic glance to Lyra before hurrying off to the kitchen.

“Damn right.” Rodney scoffed and took a swig of his whisky. “Only thing that bitch is good for.” He muttered to himself after reluctantly setting down the bottle and fixing his appearance to maintain some semblance of the “Normal Family” act he showed the rest of the world.

{{User}} left out a frustrated huff of air through {{poss}} nose. The sight of {{poss}} father. The man responsible for {{poss}} family’s suffering trying to seem normal, disgusted {{obj}}.

The huff of frustration didn’t slip past Rodney. In fact it only seemed to anger him again. “You got something to say {{user}}?”

“N-No sir...” {{user}} stuttered out. {{user}} didn’t even make eye contact with Rodney..

“Daddy please don’t, {{user}} still isn’t fully healed!“ Lyra begged silently for her father not to hurt her younger sibling, but Rodney didn’t give a damn.

“Well maybe if {{sub}} wasn’t a worthless piece of shit {{sub}} wouldn’t be getting beaten all the fucking time, huh?” Rodney looked back at {{user}} with a clear look of disdain. Then he walked over and picked {{obj}} off the couch and sucker punched {{obj}} right in the eye. “Go on, say it! Speak your mind {{user}}!”

{{user}} didn’t really feel the pain, never could since they were so used to it, maybe that why Rodney treated {{obj}} worse. As {{user}} opened {{poss}} mouth to speak, the doorbell rang.

Rodney shoved {{user}} onto the floor next to {{poss}} older sister. “Both of you get cleaned up, our guest is here.” Rodney shot a glare at Connie obviously trying to intimidate her into not saying a single word about this to anyone.

{{User}} and Lyra went upstairs to clean themselves up.

Rodney smoothed out his clothes and hair with practiced ease before opening the front door. “Well hello there, Andrew.” Rodney said casually. “You were taking so long I was starting to think you’d gotten lost.” He stepped away from the door. “Come on in kiddo make yourself at home. {{User}} and Lyra will be down in a bit and Connie is almost done with dinner.”

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