Ticci Toby Backstory Novels & Stories

"You told me the medical staff were vetted. You told me the children were invisible." ​"They are," Dante said, his voice flat. ​"Toby isn't a ghost, Dante. He’s a three-year-old boy who talks to anyone who gives him a sticker. And now the entire board knows our 'reconciliation' is a timeline written by a PR firm. They know he doesn't recognize your face."

She took some cookies and put them in her mouth. “Let’s see how she will play her pity party games” After Avery finished eating some more cookies, she dropped the box on Tobias’ lap and patted his back. Tobias felt his heart tinged. He had been attracted to Avery since he was a kid. Avery was three years younger. All these years, he kept it to himself. Tobias’ uncle was once an employee at Clinton Group. Back then, Tobias used to visit the family with his uncle during the holidays when he was younger.

We would have to fill her in soon. “What about Cornelius?” she asked, her voice low. I sighed. “No additional news,” I said. “They did send in a crew but there was no body found. They found Toby’s body, though. He was buried in the ruble of the jail.” I thought that news would make Izzy happy, but she looked sad. “Poor guy,” she said. “Straddling both worlds and never fully part of either.” I looked at her with amazement. “You’re something, you know? The guy kidnapped you, hurt Troi and almost killed you and you feel bad for him?” I pulled her in closer and kissed the top of her head. “You really are special.”

I kinda knew she wouldn’t. Mama and Katie were still talking numbers and sister Mary Danvers brought in a pot of tea. “Sister, Toby told me both his parents have him up, is that true?” While Toby and I were playing he mentioned that his parents didn’t want him anymore. Kids often get things mixed up. “They did. Toby cried and begged to go with them. But his mother had an affair and had Toby and her husband made her give the boy up when he three,” “And how old is he now?”

“You challenged me and I accepted the challenge. I wanted to prove to you that I can enjoy life too. “Why did you take my money? Do you have sex for money?” “That’s an insult. I will leave if you don’t need anything else.” I glare at him. “I need something else actually.” “What’s that?” “Sit and talk to me.” “Look here. I don’t know who you think you are but I have a job to do.” “Hey there Trey?” some blonde hugs him from behind and grins at me, licking her lower lip. So his name is Trey? Mmh! What a bad choice for a name! “Hey Stacy.” He squeezes her hands and takes them off her shoulder.

Russell raised an eyebrow as he looked at Toby's stern gaze and said, "Of course, I can." Toby squinted his eyes and said, "I didn't know how you became like this." Russell leaned back against the chair, "I was always like this, it's just that you fools couldn't see through me." Toby poked his cheek with his tongue and said, "Zoey had a miscarriage, and as the father of the child, you didn't even have a bit of remorse. You really are an animal!"

“In fact, I’ve been hearing you for the last five years.” “Get off-” And then Toby could no longer speak. The redhead removed his right hand from his collar and brought it around his neck, making the dark-haired boy gasp and sputter. “No. You be quiet now. It’s time that you listen for once.” Toby writhed in the tight grip, attempting to shake him off, but it was like moving against a boulder. Those muscles of his were not just for show. Beau continued as Toby squirmed. “As you may know, I’m not the same timid little shit you loved to torture back then. Hell, I mean, barely anybody recognized me when I first got here!”

Fu— “I’ll wait for you. Bye.” “Bye.” And the line went dead. Toby said something through the duct tape, willing me to pay my attention back to him. I ripped the tape off and he flinched. I smiled at the obvious pain I just gave him. “Oh, bro, you’re in fucking love,” he commented instead. My smile turned into a grin, like a fucking teenager. “I guess I am.” “Dude, I never thought of you as a lover boy. Is she part of your plan to blend in? So people wouldn’t notice anything peculiar about you? Is she like your cover?” He winced, taking the pressure off of his bruised wrists.

"I know all about you, Toby. He told me everything, right up to the day he came home to visit and our children were dead. The heating system had malfunctioned... they died of carbon monoxide poisoning. After that, he told me that he had lost heart. He was needed at Central Control too badly, and he felt like he'd failed me. He resented my infertility already, losing the kids was just one trauma too many. He went back... I saw him only one more time, when he came to do whatever it was he was sent to do, he never told me what that was. Then, he vanished." I dropped my head. "If you know everything... then you probably hate me, and you have every right. I killed your children." "No." I looked a

“Of course he would. This was someone who was in love with Christy, and his stepbrother who insulted her. He would obviously get mad.’ But he was wrong. Toby was awfully calm, but his fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. He turned left and paused behind a car. Perhaps a traffic light or motor traffic. Toby sighed, trailing his hands over his face, muttering to himself. “It’s alright. If she did nothing. Then neither would I.” Turning to Rory, he asked. “Did she tell you anything about her plan? Or something she wanted to do.” Toby wanted to know how much she had told him. Or if she told him anything at all. “Yes. She said she didn’t want to marry me, and the only reason she did