Creepypasta x Reader Oneshots

Ticci-Toby x Reader - Timeless Devotion

"Great work today as usual, N/N. I finally have spare time to sort out the dates for next month's meetings." Masky showed his appreciation for her efforts, meaning they can both get out of work early.

"I needed this extra time too, turns out I need to sort out the storage room. Slender's request."

"Damn. Have fun with that, I heard Jeff made a huge mess in there after last night's spree."

"Oh that's just fantastic. Well I'll see you soon, I'll update you if I hear anything about case #1034."

After some time passed as Slender's proxy, Y/N gradually grew closer to Masky and eventually worked alongside him due to sharing professionalism and high standards for the workplace. Taking on tasks together meant they could save time while still completing them to an impeccable standard. The two were simply brilliant together. Of course, she got to know the others and became fairly close to them too, especially Hoodie on a personal level, yet she knew she could rely on Masky for almost anything work-related due to his efficiency and disclosure. He has made it perfectly clear that the feeling is mutual; one might consider them a partnership.

Heading towards the accursed storage room, she crossed paths with Ticci-Toby who decided to strike up a rather unwarranted conversation. "Hi Y/N, how've you been? I missed you, n-no I mean I haven't seen much of you today! I d-didn't miss you haha that's crazy."

"...Ahh...haha...I'm alright thank you, Masky and I have been working through that abandoned pile of papers, thankfully we managed to finish in record time."

"Oh, I'm sorry I think some of those were mine. I didn't mean to dump them on you, I was gonna do them tomorrow I swear."

"They were due last week." Y/N poorly tried to mask her annoyance. "Anyway, I trust you've been well? I heard you finally caught those stragglers on last night's mission."

"Yeah-"

"Oh good. I really should be heading off, that storage room isn't going to clean itself! Well, I'll catch up with you later Toby."

"O-Oh, alright then...Bye!"

Y/N continued on her way, the previous conversation lingering in her thoughts. Recently, Toby's inadequacy caused her opinion of him to remain undecided, forever changing after every interaction. She liked him, then she didn't and so on. When she first arrived, Toby was always there for her whilst learning the ropes of the job, and told her the most amusing jokes and stories. They grew close, confiding in each other and spending their, albeit limited, free time in each other's blessed company. It didn't matter the activity as long as they could pass the time in each other's presence. He was so much fun and full of life, and she adored him for it. However, fun doesn't get you any respect or authority amongst the proxies.

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, Y/N's personality was predisposed to sternness and solemnity, fitting attributes for a respectable and revered proxy. She had always valued academic prowess and rank mobility (due to a rigorous education and strict upbringing), things Toby hardly cared for. Climbing higher up the ranks, he looked up at her hopelessly from below. As the amusement and joy slowly died out between the two companions, their relationship lay a skeleton of what it once was; cherished and warm. What remains between them now is unclear, fragments of pleasant memories turned painful and sour, and she has now developed a vexation for his childish behaviour.

At least by her interpretation.

If you asked Toby for his version of the story, he might tell you that he never stopped looking up at you from his shaded standing below. He looks up through the labels of awkwardness, incompetence, and annoyance that you forcefully bestowed upon him and still sees the enchanting soul he fell so deeply in love with. With no other choice, he was forced to content himself with the scattered pieces of what remains, what he can hold dear, what he can cling to from the past. So he waits and replays those happy memories, knowing that he may never claim you but merely observe your charming self from afar.