Normal // A Ticci Toby x Reader Story

BONUS

I can't really see putting this scene into the story without it messing with the plot, so here's a little one shot type thing.

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Author's POV:

I stared at my phone screen once again, blinking at the familiar comments.

"I swear that's like the tenth one now," I mumbled, scrolling through my Wattpad notifications.

"Why do these people care so much about a pizza?" I questioned, running my right hand through my hair as I read more comments.

"Can't they just imagine what happened to it on their own? I feel like their idea of what happened would be much better than mine," I murmured, thinking about what did happen to the pizza.

I didn't know.

I saw another comment about the pizza while scrolling and that's when I knew I needed to do something. I loved my readers too much to keep them on edge.

I exited out of Wattpad and began dialing a familiar number.

"Hello?" my close friend answered.

"Okay, this is going to sound really weird, but I need to ask you a question," I began, hoping my friend wouldn't judge me too hard.

"Okay?" they replied, unsurely.

I took a deep breath and went for it.

"Let's say you're a serial killer and you've been camping out of your next victims house giving them a hard time for a while. Well, let's say you know they're running low on food and it's only a matter of time before they leave the house, but then you see a pizza delivery dude pull up, about to deliver your victim a pizza. You kill the guy... but what do you to with the pizza?" I asked, gazing at the ceiling and waiting for an answer.

There was a pause on the phone, just long enough that I had to double check that my friend hadn't hung up. They hadn't.

"...I would eat it," they replied, as if I had just asked them the dumbest question.

"Right. Thanks. Okay, bye," I rushed out, hanging up the call.

"Eat it? That seems like such a simple answer," I whispered to myself.

"I need another opinion," I decided, opening up my text messages.