Creepypasta Rp Starters!

Ticci Toby starter!

Toby watches from the corner of your darkened room in which has the slightest bit of moonlight peaking through the the neatly parted curtains. His mouth guard is securely concealing and covering his mouth, and his bright orange goggles are strapped on tight, glinting in the soft rays of moonlight and casting a pale, orange light onto a nearby wall. He slowly rises to his aching feet from his uncomfortable crouched position, and carefully approaches the bed with seeming hesitance; the hesitance you wouldn't expect a cold-blooded killer to harbor. But then, he paused dead in his tracks.. a loud, dreaded crack emerging from his neck as it snaps to the side, it holding in place at an odd angle. A loud tic then sounds from deep down in his throat, reverberating throughout it, and his hands begin twitching in quick, uncontrollable motions. He shifts about in his blood splattered clothing as the odd neck-cracking, tics, and twitches begin to subside. However, this is the moment in which he realizes what exactly his horrid disorders had done. You were once in a deep and peaceful sleep, though now, wide awake. A small, crimson orb of blood from his previous victim trailed down one of the lenses on his goggles as he keeps his eyes perfectly and steadily trained on you, pulling his bloodstained hatchets off of his worn and tattered belt, positioning the dull end above your head. "..Goo-oodnight.." He murmured slowly; underneath his breath. Oh how he'd enjoy seeing your head ripped off by his master when you woke up.