I opened my eyes.

I opened my eyes WIDE.

After blinking and adjusting to the bright light that was assaulting my eyes, my mind starts racing, and I sit up from where I was apparently laid down. Did I pass out or...?

Oh no, I'm in a hospital room. Oh god, I'm in a hospital room.

I look down and see IVs attached to me and I'm now wearing a hospital gown. "No no no n-no nononono...!" I panic, pulling the IVs out of me. I feel my shoulder area and notice that my wounds have been patched up, same for my leg. Tch, these dumb mutants could never heal me as good as Nurse Ann could.

I look away from my bandaged body and glance at the door.

Memories from what had happened before comes rushing in, and I slowly start hyperventilating.

They really do think I'm that kid, (Y/N)??? Shit, what do I do...I need to get out of here!

I spin pulling my legs off the bed and land my feet on the cold ground. I start walking shakily for the door to the room when suddenly the door opens before I could reach it and in steps a nurse, along with the two men I remembered from before.

"Oh no no no, (Title) (L/N)! I just came to inform you that your parents will be taking you home now but you should not be out of your bed! You should wait for appropriate supervision!" The nurse examined, rushing to me and grabbing my arms.

As soon as the nurse grabbed my arms, a rush of emotions took over me. I felt everything I hated about people explode in me at once, and my killer instincts go off.

I immediately pull away from her grasp and punched her square in face, causing her to scream and fall back on the ground.

"(Y/N)!??" I heard those two men shout and I quickly try to dash past them, panicking all the while. My stupid legs were being all weird though, and I tripped over myself, falling right into their arms. "(Y/N) calm down!! (Y/N), what the hell has gotten into you!?" One of the men shouted.

I was thrashing around in their grasp trying to escape until I see other people rushing into the room, and one of the people quickly sticks something sharp into my neck in the midst of the chaos. It's seconds before my vision gets blurry and my body feels heavy. Next thing I know, I had blacked out.

—

I opened my eyes.

I opened my eyes WIDE.

After blinking and adjusting to the bright light that was assaulting my eyes, my mind starts racing, and I sit up from where I was apparently laid down. Did I pass out or...?

Oh no, I'm in a hospital room. Oh god, I'm in a hospital roo—....wait a minute. I already went through this shit!

I look around and see people in the room with me. There's a doctor and then in chairs by the door I see those same two men.

The doctor noticed I had awoken and immediately placed a hand on my shoulder, causing me to tense up. "Listen (Y/N), I know you've been through a lot in the past few hours, but I need you to calm down. We're only trying to help you here, yes?"

"G-Get me out of h-h-here," I growled, my voice sounding frail and my tics were acting up much more than usual.

"Look doc, see? Our (Y/N) has never done all that ...twitchy ... stuff that they're doing now. Do you think you know what's wrong with them?"

"It looks to me exactly like Tourette's Syndrome. However, you said they've never displayed these actions before? It could be newly developed, but could be a temporary mishap. Give it some time before we can properly diagnose it."

"I-I've had th-this shit my wh-whole life, you f-fucktards know nothing about me!"

The doctor sighed and shook his head, "Yes, this attitude could just be another symptom. Please allow your child some time."

I turn and notice that both of those men were looking at me with actual concern. Like, as if I were actually their kid. I glare back at them, scowling, but slowly my scowl dies down. I don't... think I've ever been looked at like that. Not even by my own mother. Certainly not by my own father.

I kinda ...liked that look being trained on me. I feel myself calm a little for some reason and gaze at the two men. Were these really that (Y/N)'s parents? Did they look at (Y/N) like that everyday? (Y/N)'s a luckier version of me then...even if they were adopted, at least their parents seemed to care.

"You've went though a lot in just this night, (Y/N). Me and your father will do everything we can to make sure you get through this," One of (Y/N)'s parents said in a serious tone; that was the one with dark red hair. The other brown haired man nodded, along his face twisted with worry.

...I started to feel a bit ...jealous.

"Do we have the okay to take them home or not?" The red-head said, glaring at the doctor. The doctor nodded, "just make sure you monitor (Y/N) closely and make sure their injuries are properly taken care of. Make sure they try not to move around too much as well."

"Understood. Thank you for your help," The brown haired one sighed, sounding relieved.

I couldn't help but just stare at (Y/N)'s parents the whole time.

—

I realize that I'm limping as one of (Y/N)'s parents helped me out of their car. "Want me to carry you inside?" He asked, holding me carefully beneath my arm.

"...No."

I know I probably should've already taken the time to admit and prove that I'm not their kid, but something was holding me back and I decided to play along anyways.

The other man exited the car and came over, helping and taking my other arm and the two of them helped me inside the house and into (Y/N)'s bedroom.

Once they set me down on the bed, I take a look around the room and then at them in silence.

"You seem so shaken up. The police are still hunting down the criminal that broke in here and shot you, don't worry buddy," The brown haired man assured, gently rubbing my good shoulder.

I flinched slightly but quickly calmed down and allowed the humans to touch me. Well, at least these ones...

My tics started acting up at that moment and my head cracked uncontrollably to the side and the men frowned, looking at me different. I growled under my breath.

'Oh great. Here it goes as, expected. Everyone always has to be disgusted by "Ticci" Toby....'

"It's strange how we've never seen you with tics before," Brown haired man said, shaking his head, "but that doesn't change anything. We still love you the same and we'll make sure your good. Even if you still look a mess, haha."

He ruffled my head and I was once again left in shock. "Hurry up and get better so you could get up and get a job. You're almost 20 you lazy doofus," The red-head said in a playfully scolding voice.

"If...if y-you say so...d-dad...?" I say cautiously, wanting to try it out, just to see how it would feel. I've never felt comfortable saying that word, ever. Even as it left my mouth now, I felt disgusted. But these two guys still made everything feel different. Dad....

"Yeah...? Why'd you say it like you're unsure? That's me, your old man, Ryan," the red-head responded, lightly punching my shoulder.

"I—I don't know. I'm tired, that's wh-what..." I mumble. "Then you should get some rest. I'll redo your bandages later," The brown-haired man replied, taking me by my shoulders and laying me back in the bed. "Get some rest (Y/ N), tomorrow will be a better day, we promise."

Somehow, I actually believe that it will be. Even though I'm am currently in the strangest situation ever.

"I hope so," I say, pulling (Y/N)'s covers over me as I lay in (Y/N)'s bed. At the same time that pretending to be (Y/N) felt so wrong, I couldn't help but feel that it would make me feel better. Like it would fill in the part of my heart where a huge empty hole was present. Something that not even the other killers could fill completely with all the time I've been with them.

I chuckle to myself as (Y/N)'s dads leave the room and I'm left in the room with some kids channel playing on the tv. It's like I'm normal again. Laying in a bed in a normal house with parents that care about me and a tv playing shows from my very very young childhood.

I...I like this a lot. Though, it really makes me wonder what's going on with my doppelgänger anyways...

Meh, they're probably dead. If they are, that could be good news; maybe I can find a way to make both my life as fake (Y/N) and a Creepypasta work out! Then I could get the best of both worlds.

I, Toby Erin Rogers, am currently sitting on the biggest W in the world right now.