(Y/N) (L/N)'s p. o. v.

I
blink my eyes open and squint when the bright shine of my bedroom lights penetrate my sight. I let out a big yawn before slowly sitting up and running my hands through my messy hair.

I flinch, feeling a sudden strange sharp pain running from my mid way up to my upper chest area. However, the pain disappears almost as fast as it came. Probably just a cramp from how badly I was sleeping. I did have quite an awful dream last night...

I swing my legs off my bed and step into my boots, thinking to head downstairs and tell the fam good morning.

I shuffle into the hall and into the living room. I see my Steven in the kitchen getting breakfast together, and he's got his jumbo headphones on while jamming to his music it looked like. My Ryan's leaned against the counter on his phone bobbing his head as if he could hear my Steven's music.

I smile and walk over to my Ryan and hug him tightly from behind. "Whatcha bobbing your head for? I don't see you listening to music," I prod him playfully. "Jokes on you, I'm listening with my new 'Air' pods," My Ryan responded, pointing at his ear which displayed nothing, and a big smile broke out on his face.

I scoff at him and lug him in the arm before going over into the kitchen and side-hugging my Steven while he was in the middle of stirring something in a plastic bowl. Looks like he's making pancakes. "Morning my (Y/N)," He said, quickly stopping the stir to side hug me back, then he quickly went back to stirring again. "Make sure you find yourself on a job search today."

"Ughhghhhh whyyyyyyy," I groan loudly.

"Can't hear you but I'm hoping you said "yes sir I'll gladly be looking for jobs today!" "

"Tch, you wish Steve."

"Ey. Ya don't talk to your father like that, I'll make sure your ass gets to it," Dad Ryan glared at me, giving me the "eyes on you" gesture. "Aren't you supposed to be listening to music with your "air" pods old man?" I retort at him, making quote gestures with my fingers.

My Ryan rolls his eyes and goes back to minding his business. I grin but then it suddenly dawns on me that something was missing.

I walk out of the kitchen and head back to the hallway. I walk to my Ryan and Steven's rooms and carefully open the door, hoping I wasn't making too much noise.

I step inside the room and look over to the spot I'd suspected.

"Ahah. I knew it," I mutter.

I take a few teeny, quiet steps forwards before suddenly sprinting full speed at their bed and launching myself onto the rise in the sheets.

"TOBYYYY!!!! You fucker! Sleeping in your parent's bed again??!!"

My arms grapple around the sleeping form that was beneath the covers and immediately I feel him squirming beneath. "(Y/N)!!?! Wh-What the hell's th-the matter wit-th you!?"

I laugh as Toby eventually sits up and turns to me with the most annoyed, tired expression you could ever see on a person. "You're not sleeping in again rat. Get up," I scoff, smacking Toby over the back of his head. Toby pouts and slams the back of my head twice as hard, but out of me he only receives another lighthearted laugh.

"Dad's making pancakes. Now if that's not a reason to get up early, then I dunno what to tell you," I say while Toby takes a bit to stretch and rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Pancakes huh? What-t, today's special or sum?"

"Dunno, but my best guess is that you had a rough night last night and your grown adult ass had to come sleep with our Ryan and Steven again, so now our Steven is making pancakes for breaky so you'll feel better."

Toby seemed slightly embarrassed by this, but he scratched his head with a small smile as he looked away from me, "What did I ever d-do to deserve such an amazing family..."

I crook my head and give him a soft smile. "Ah shut up. You didn't have to do anything Toby."

He slowly looked back to me and then suddenly threw his arms around me, causing me to slightly jump. He hugged me tightly and his breathing seemed to become more uneven. "I had...th-the most horrible-e nightmare las-s-st night..." He whispered, tightening his embrace. I returned the hug and stared to rub his back gently. "Tis alright Toby, it's over now and I'm here. Wanna tell me about it?"

He remained silent for a few before shaking his head, "No...not yet, at least..."

I nodded in understanding and continued to sit there with him on the bed, holding him in a tight hug and rubbing his back. After a while of this, I pat him on the head and loosen the embrace, "Come on twin, you'll feel better after seeing our Dads and tasting some of Steven's deeeeeliciousssss pancakes."

Toby gazed at me and smiled a bit at this. He nods and releases his arms from around me, then throwing the covers off himself and shuffling out of the bed.

I wait for him to step into his shoes and for some reason pull on our Ryan's comfy cashmere robe before grabbing his arm and walking with him back into the living room area.

Our Ryan was now sitting at the table, gawking at the TV on the other side of the room while changing the channel. He glanced in Toby and I's direction as soon as we appeared. "Oh no Steven, the danger twins are together again," He remarked, giving me and Toby a toothy grin. He then stared at Toby and his eyebrows furrowed, "hey you goon, whattya think you're doing with my good robes on?"

Toby smirked and tied the belt around his waist to secure the fit. "Sorry D-Dad, but it's warm."

"Y'know what else is pretty warm? The sun. That's where I'm gonna chuck your ass if you don't go and put my robe back."

"If you want some of Toby you'll have to get through me first," I scoff, stepping dramatically before my ticking brother and placing my hands out before him. Our Ryan stood up from his chair and placed both his hands on the table, raising an eyebrow, "I'm not afraid of you two punks. Just cause there two of you doesn't mean I can't make (L/N) pudding out of the both of you."

"Breakfast is ready!" Steven's call from the kitchen suddenly grasped everyone's attention, and the wonderful aroma of his cooking flowed from out of the kitchen and filled our noses, leaving us hungry and eager to dig in.

"Alright, we'll finish this later. Help set the table real quick," Ryan ordered the two of us, and we both nodded hurrying into the kitchen. Steven pulled off his headphones and greeted Toby with open arms as we walked into the kitchen. I smiled, watching as Steven began to ruffle Toby's hair while Toby laughed and shouted, trying to escape the overbearing affections he was getting.

I really loved seeing that smile on Toby's face.

I just can't exactly describe how it makes me feel. I can't really put it into words. But it is an amazing, wonderful feeling, I'll tell you that much.

Steven finally frees my twin and then together the two of us begin to grab plates and glasses and everything we needed to set up for breakfast at the table.

Once everything was set up, all four of us took our seats at the table. I sat next to Toby and the two of us stared, nearly drooling at the food that was prepared. Steven smiled and laughed at our expressions and Ryan shook his head.

"Are you two just gonna stare or are you gonna help yourselves?" Ryan jeered, tapping his finger on the table. "Or do you want your dad taking out for you?"

"We've got it!" Both me and Toby yelled at the same time, both reaching and grabbing the serving fork. Me and Toby start trying to yank the serving utensil out of the others hand while Steven and Ryan could be heard laughing at us.

Eventually Toby swipes the utensil out of my hand and laughed mockingly before starting to stack pancakes on his plate, and I huffed, watching him in dismay as he got the first serving.

Once he was finished, after taking 10,000, ugh, he finally handed it over and I started taking out my share.

"So, Thing 1, Thing 2, what are the plans for today? Restaurant? Movies? Bowl—"

"Movies," We both cut in our Steven's question, then we cast a dark glance at each other.

Our Steven laughed, "You two may not be blood-related but you sure do act like it."

"It's the looks I tell you, the looks," My Ryan shook his head, taking the serving utensil away from me, "they may be related in truth and might not even notice.

"Well blood related or not, he's still my brother. He always will be," I say, giving Toby a smirk. Toby emitted a rather painful looking tic before looking at me with a small smile forming on his face.

Our Steven tilted his head in awe and sighed, "I love our kids," he glanced softly at Ryan. "You mean our two grown adult, jobless, mentally questionable kids..." Ryan scoffed, then he turned to us and chuckled, "Yeah, I love them too."

I think at that very moment, Toby seem to appear even happier than me, and it made me know then and there that that's all I truly ever want.

It's to see my twin forever happy.

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After breakfast, we all just hang together in the living room for a bit just talking and watching the race channel on TV before Steven tells us to throw on some clothes so we could head to the movies.

Toby lugs himself towards our rooms and I follow him with intent to jump on him or kick him or something. I dunno, I just wanted a reaction, I loved messing with him.

Before I could even touch him, Toby scoffed, "Don't e-even think about la-a-ying your grubby hands-s on me."

"Whotttt? What're you talking abouttttttt?"

Toby turned to me and punched me lightly in the collarbone area. "Say, are we-e dressing al-alike again today?"

"Considering we're almost in our twenties and still doing this shit, it's not cute."

"But it's fun~also wh-who cares what the others think? They can judg-g-ge us...but in the end, I o-only care what-t you and our D-Dad's think of me..."

He then lowered his head, "I'll n-never let pe-people have p-power over me. I'm Toby and I-I'm perfect the way I a-am."

"Of course you are! You should be glad you're apart of a family that cares about you. Imagine you were stuck in a household of maniacs that took advantage of you instead..."

Toby's chuckle was kind of delayed, but he nodded and gave a small "yeah" in response. After he said nothing more, I told him I didn't mind us dressing alike and so we decide on something simple; a brown tartan checkered jacket, gray undershirt, black jeans, and black converse.

I quickly get changed then walk out of my room ready to match with my twin. I also grabbed something from my shelf; family photo of me, Toby, and our Dads. It's sentimental to me and I like carrying this thing around with me wherever we go, don't judge.

I head over to Toby's room. He doesn't seem to be in his room, so he must've already finished changing and went out. I headed to my Dad's room and walk in. My Ryan was sitting on their bed already dressed while I guess my Steven was still getting ready.

My Ryan looked up from his phone and furrowed his eyebrows at me, "Alright, is this one Toby or (Y/N)....?"

I smirked, "Toby."

"Ok then that means you're (Y/N) whaddya want?"

I slumped my shoulders in dismay, "What? How could you tell it was me just like that??"

"You're the one that looks more like crap."

"Oh yeah? I can say the same for you f a t h e r r r ..."

Ryan rolled his eyes and went back to focusing his attention on his phone. I wander out the room again and start looking for my danger twin.

I pass up the living room and see Toby standing in the hallway dressed. Why's he just standing there though, like a big weirdo? Nerd.

I grin and waltz over to him, then grab his shoulder as if to scare him. Toby doesn't flinch or do anything at all, he just stared forward, deadset on keeping his attention on something.

"Toby? What is it.....?" I followed his gaze to what he was staring at and slightly finch when I see something quite startling present on the carpet just before the front door.

There settled in a dark crimson puddle soaked into the carpet were two bloody hatchets, laid over each other in forming an "X".

"What the hell?" I muttered, grabbing Toby's arm and pulling him. "Come on Toby, let's go tell our Da—"

"N-No...I can't..."

"What? What're you talking about? Did you put that there?...wait, you're pranking me, aren't you~?"

I started to smirk but Toby's face that was frozen in a petrified expression immediately told me otherwise. I grabbed his arm again and started tugging but he wouldn't move; he began shaking as he only kept staring at the hatchets. "Toby!" I yell at him. I grunt as I seem to get no response from him and let go of his arm, quickly dashing away from him to our Dads room.

As soon as I step inside, my heart crashes to the bottom of my chest upon the scene I'm met with.

My Ryan's slumped over the edge of the bed with his skull split open and what looks like one of the hatchets I saw out front engorged in his head. There's a huge gash that was torn down his back, revealing his visible spine and ruptured organs inside.

It was my intention to scream his name but I choked and halfway retched onto the ground at the sight. I'm able to reclaim myself before I fully collapse over in sickness and I stumble while breathing excessively and panicked with eyes frozen wide open as I make way to the bathroom and start banging on the door for dear life.

I can't even bring myself to cry out my Steven's name; it all comes out as helpless whining. After no response from the repeated banging, I grab the door and shove it open.

I stand, faced with enough being visible for me to know his fate.

My Steven was in the tub with his head lolled to the side and his arm flailed off the edge of the tub. There were multiple bloody holes seen through his head and his chest; the rest of his body was submerged beneath blood red water which was still running and flowing from over the edge onto the floor in a scarlet waterfall.

By this point, my whole body was barely able to keep itself up; I felt lightheaded, sick, weary. I wanted to scream, say anything, but I couldn't. I barely hobbled out of the room, ready to break down before Toby at the things I had seen.

As soon as I stagger up to my brother, the lights in the house start flickering.

"This...this isn't real..." Toby muttered, not once turning to look at me.

"Wh-What......?"

Toby was now shaking violently as he still stared directly at the bloodied hatchets on the ground. The lights in the house started flickering more frequently until it fixed on a horrific red glow that left an uneasy feeling inside of me. Toby's teeth clenched and he slowly turned to me with wide, watery eyes. "I—IT'S NOT-T REAL, (Y/N)!"

As soon as he said this, the pain I felt when I woke up this morning in my torso suddenly flared up again and I clutched my body in pain, dropping the family photo I still had with me. The pain was a searing, burning feeling and it traveled all the way up to my neck. I wanted to burst out in to a scream of agony, but I couldn't. I fell to my knees, the pain becoming unbearable at this point, and I barely turned my head to look at Toby. "T-Toby...? What's...what's ha-happenin-ning to me...!?"

My hands suddenly feel wet and I quickly look down to see blood now rapidly seeping through my shirt and spreading. "T—Toby..." I barely utter out before feeling myself growing weak. I can't help but allow my eyes to eventually shut themselves and my body to collapse to the ground. The last thing I hear is Toby crying out my name and I see the vision of the bloody hatchets there on the ground before me before everything faded to black.

Toby (L/N)'s p. o. v.

I watch in horror as my twin's body fell to the ground and suddenly started fading away, like dust being taken away by the wind. "It's not...real..." I utter quietly as the last few particles that were left of (Y/N) floated away. The only thing still left where they stood was what looked to me a picture of the two of us and our Dads; our family photo.

I picked it up and clenched my fists, more angry tears forming in my eyes.

"Of course it's not real. This is only what you wished were real..."

I look around myself to try and find where the sudden voice that had spoken to me had come from, but there was no one visible in sight. The only things out of place here were the bloody hatchets.

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MY bloody hatchets.

"Toby? Isn't this how you wanted it all to end? All you wanted was for things to somehow work out so you could finally get what you'd always wanted...a loving, caring family. (Y/N) took that away from you with the Creepypastas...you really thought you could make things work somehow, that you would 'somehow' be able to forget about everything and start anew with (Y/N) and their family? You really think they would ever let you become a part of them? After you impersonated (Y/N)? Deceived them? Your lives were both too already far down in the gutter to even be redeemable at that point."

"...What is th-i-is then-n?" I asked quietly, my heart starting to pound faster in my chest.

Suddenly, my surroundings; the whole house started to drift away like dust and beneath all of it was nothingness. Complete black. The void. None of it was real. My life was a lie and the memories were rushing back to me.

I fall to my knees; the only things left in my vision were my own body, dressed again my proxy uniform and the picture in my hand. I glanced at the picture and saw that my face was scribbled out in black and then a white operator symbol drawn over it.

"This Toby, this is the end."

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"Unless..."

"You would perhaps like to make a deal~?"

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