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Welp, I was in the mood for some horror and I decided to use Ticci Toby since I don't do much with him- despite him being a character that I adore (Granted, I prefer the original design). This is also considered a gift to , because we were talking and talking to them gave me the extra push I needed to write this.

Now, on to the disclaimer. This is HORROR. More gore based than anything. Basic summary is Toby shoving a hose up someones ass and turning it on- his hatchets were too dull to hack them apart without tiring himself out. So yeah, if ya don't want to read that kind of a horror, then I suggest not reading this. If ya do, and ya don't like it, then its your fault.
Contains: gore, harsh language.

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A shout passed his lips as the hatchet was dug into the back of his shoulder, only for his voice to be cut short when his attacker stomped on his back hard enough for him to hear one of his ribs break. Not long after, the ax was roughly yanked out of his shoulder, only to be dropped in the grass beside his head- the blade came dangerously close to cutting his neck. Groaning in pain, he turned his head to the side to peer up at his attacker. Orange goggles reflected the light of the moon, giving them a demonic glow. The strange mouth-guard that bore a disturbing resemblance to Hannibal Lecter's muzzle. The loud, disturbing cracks his neck made whenever he twitched. The old, beat up looking hatchet he held in his other hand. The bloodstains on his gloves, and the sleeves of his hooded sweatshirt. No doubt about one thing. This man, was the killer he'd been hearing about on the news.

"Fu-fucking th-th-thing!" The male growled as he pulled off one of his gloves, only to purposely slice open one of his fingers on the blade of the beat up old ax he held in his hand. He put the glove back on just after, but not before a drop of his blood could fall into the grass. Not a moment later, he tossed it to the ground before stomping on the victims back one more to break another rib- or maybe just make the initial injury worse. Then, he roughly yanked down his mouth guard to reveal that the left side of his face was mangled. He was missing a majority of the cheek that surrounded his teeth. There was just a huge hole in his face revealing his molars, and the flesh surrounding the hole looked pink and somewhat irritated. Like scar tissue.
"Damn ha-ha-hatchets are fucking d-dull!" He sneered, his tongue visibly moving behind the hole in the side of his face. Without letting up on the wounded male beneath his foot, he shifted to give him a rough kick to the side of his chest. The blow made him roll over to gasp for breath, but before he had a chance to recover he was harshly yanked to his feet by his assailant. Said assailant dragged him closer to the house, towards the hose area.
"Since I c-c-can't cut you to pi-pieces, I guess I'll j-just be a little m-m-more, creative~!" He growled in a dark, but amused tone. The next thing the victim knew, he was being slammed roughly into the wall before having his belt roughly yanked off and his pants torn down. He tried to shout for help, only for the hose to be wrapped around his mouth to shut him up. The hose was then wrapped around the rest of his body to restrain him, before the nozzle was shoved up his arse. Once done, the assailant dropped him on the stone covered ground, before reaching for the spigot as if to turn the water on. He laughed darkly, and twitched more violently than before for a minute or so before he calmed down and gave his victim another harsh kick.
"Hope this ends w-with a huge m-m-mess~! I l-like leaving a m-mangled corpse for the idiot c-c-cops to find~" He snickered, before turning the water up full force and standing back to watch as things played out. He knew he'd shoved a hose up the guys intestines to flush him through with water in hopes of making his abdomen explode. What he didn't know was that it was a pressurized hose. So the water rushed into the poor mans intestines with enough force to tear through the delicate organs. From there, the constant flow of water proceeded to make his abdomen expand. Within seconds, it looked as if the man had swallowed a balloon. His belly button turned inside out from the pressure, and blood began to seep out of his mouth from the damage to his internal organs. After a few minutes, because the water had nowhere else to go it started to gush from his mouth and nose.

Pink-ish brown water ran from his face as if it was a fountain- but he was still very much alive. He was just unable to breath thanks to all the water crushing his organs. Pouting slightly in disappointment, the male turned back to his discarded hatchets and walked off to retrieve them. When he returned, he chuckled a bit to himself, and after having another burst of uncontrolled twitching, he decided to pop the mans waterballoon of a gut. With a simple chopping motion, the hatchet sliced open the stretched skin of the mans abdomen. In the blink of an eye, his gut ruptured and all the water trapped within it splashed into the rocks and onto the attackers pants and shoes. Along with that, came the crushed and shredded remnants of his internal organs, and everything that had been trapped inside them.

Blood, urine, bile, scat- it all soaked into the gravel and left a foul stench in the air. Groaning, he pulled his mouth-guard up to cover his nose, before he reached to turn off the hose. However, he quickly decided to leave it on. Odds were, the running water would wash away whatever evidence their was he might of left. As much as he loved making a mess, he was under orders not to leave any real evidence of him being alive- he was supposed to be dead. At least to the public anyways. So, he grabbed the mangled husk of a body and dragged it over to where he'd cut his thumb. The water and everything else would surely wash away the single drop of blood that had its chance to fall before he put his glove back on. Once that was taken care of, he put his hatchets in their hostlers, before he fled the area. He wanted to find out what his next mission was as soon as possible- but, he had to sharpen his axes first~...

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Welp, I was in the mood for some horror and I decided to use Ticci Toby since I don't do much with him- despite him being a character that I adore (Granted, I prefer the original design). This is also considered a gift to , because we were talking and talking to them gave me the extra push I needed to write this.

Now, on to the disclaimer. This is HORROR. More gore based than anything. Basic summary is Toby shoving a hose up someones ass and turning it on- his hatchets were too dull to hack them apart without tiring himself out. So yeah, if ya don't want to read that kind of a horror, then I suggest not reading this. If ya do, and ya don't like it, then its your fault.
Contains: gore, harsh language.

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A shout passed his lips as the hatchet was dug into the back of his shoulder, only for his voice to be cut short when his attacker stomped on his back hard enough for him to hear one of his ribs break. Not long after, the ax was roughly yanked out of his shoulder, only to be dropped in the grass beside his head- the blade came dangerously close to cutting his neck. Groaning in pain, he turned his head to the side to peer up at his attacker. Orange goggles reflected the light of the moon, giving them a demonic glow. The strange mouth-guard that bore a disturbing resemblance to Hannibal Lecter's muzzle. The loud, disturbing cracks his neck made whenever he twitched. The old, beat up looking hatchet he held in his other hand. The bloodstains on his gloves, and the sleeves of his hooded sweatshirt. No doubt about one thing. This man, was the killer he'd been hearing about on the news.

"Fu-fucking th-th-thing!" The male growled as he pulled off one of his gloves, only to purposely slice open one of his fingers on the blade of the beat up old ax he held in his hand. He put the glove back on just after, but not before a drop of his blood could fall into the grass. Not a moment later, he tossed it to the ground before stomping on the victims back one more to break another rib- or maybe just make the initial injury worse. Then, he roughly yanked down his mouth guard to reveal that the left side of his face was mangled. He was missing a majority of the cheek that surrounded his teeth. There was just a huge hole in his face revealing his molars, and the flesh surrounding the hole looked pink and somewhat irritated. Like scar tissue.
"Damn ha-ha-hatchets are fucking d-dull!" He sneered, his tongue visibly moving behind the hole in the side of his face. Without letting up on the wounded male beneath his foot, he shifted to give him a rough kick to the side of his chest. The blow made him roll over to gasp for breath, but before he had a chance to recover he was harshly yanked to his feet by his assailant. Said assailant dragged him closer to the house, towards the hose area.
"Since I c-c-can't cut you to pi-pieces, I guess I'll j-just be a little m-m-more, creative~!" He growled in a dark, but amused tone. The next thing the victim knew, he was being slammed roughly into the wall before having his belt roughly yanked off and his pants torn down. He tried to shout for help, only for the hose to be wrapped around his mouth to shut him up. The hose was then wrapped around the rest of his body to restrain him, before the nozzle was shoved up his arse. Once done, the assailant dropped him on the stone covered ground, before reaching for the spigot as if to turn the water on. He laughed darkly, and twitched more violently than before for a minute or so before he calmed down and gave his victim another harsh kick.
"Hope this ends w-with a huge m-m-mess~! I l-like leaving a m-mangled corpse for the idiot c-c-cops to find~" He snickered, before turning the water up full force and standing back to watch as things played out. He knew he'd shoved a hose up the guys intestines to flush him through with water in hopes of making his abdomen explode. What he didn't know was that it was a pressurized hose. So the water rushed into the poor mans intestines with enough force to tear through the delicate organs. From there, the constant flow of water proceeded to make his abdomen expand. Within seconds, it looked as if the man had swallowed a balloon. His belly button turned inside out from the pressure, and blood began to seep out of his mouth from the damage to his internal organs. After a few minutes, because the water had nowhere else to go it started to gush from his mouth and nose.

Pink-ish brown water ran from his face as if it was a fountain- but he was still very much alive. He was just unable to breath thanks to all the water crushing his organs. Pouting slightly in disappointment, the male turned back to his discarded hatchets and walked off to retrieve them. When he returned, he chuckled a bit to himself, and after having another burst of uncontrolled twitching, he decided to pop the mans waterballoon of a gut. With a simple chopping motion, the hatchet sliced open the stretched skin of the mans abdomen. In the blink of an eye, his gut ruptured and all the water trapped within it splashed into the rocks and onto the attackers pants and shoes. Along with that, came the crushed and shredded remnants of his internal organs, and everything that had been trapped inside them.

Blood, urine, bile, scat- it all soaked into the gravel and left a foul stench in the air. Groaning, he pulled his mouth-guard up to cover his nose, before he reached to turn off the hose. However, he quickly decided to leave it on. Odds were, the running water would wash away whatever evidence their was he might of left. As much as he loved making a mess, he was under orders not to leave any real evidence of him being alive- he was supposed to be dead. At least to the public anyways. So, he grabbed the mangled husk of a body and dragged it over to where he'd cut his thumb. The water and everything else would surely wash away the single drop of blood that had its chance to fall before he put his glove back on. Once that was taken care of, he put his hatchets in their hostlers, before he fled the area. He wanted to find out what his next mission was as soon as possible- but, he had to sharpen his axes first~...