(A/N) so I feel like I should add Toby, because...well...idk.... he's just awesome! So...on with the story, I guess.
(P.S. the reader in this scenario will have tourettes, and she will also be mute. She only talks to Toby. Just go with it.)
How you meet your beloved killer:
Why do they do this! Everyday they bully you! It's not your fault that you have tourettes syndrome! You think these same thoughts everyday as you clutch onto your desk during your last period of the day, knowing how fast you run out of there will decide wether you get beat up or not. I can't take this anymore! I want out! You think about this alot to. What it would be like to be free from this. You can't stand it anymore. But everytime you come close, you just can't do it. You can't abandon your little brother. Your all he has, after your father killed your mother and got sent to jail for murder and abuse. But, you can't escape these thoughts. After all, you'll have the rest of your existence to ponder them, considering you can't talk. You're mute. You don't have anyone to talk to, so why even talk? The voices in your head are the only people to talk to. Even if they tell you to kill yourself. The bell suddenly rings. You get up, and start running. Im screwed the voices ring in your head. Im screwed. You keep running, despite your thoughts. But, it's no use. You find yourself surrounded. "Hey, freak?! Where do you think your going?" The lead bully, Max says. "Yeah, don't think I haven't figured out about you staring at my boyfriend yesterday. Do you really think that he would like a freak like you?" One of the fake plastic girls says. Her name's Natasha, right? You think to yourself. No...I think it was Natalie. Yeah...it was Natalie. "Hey, you listining?" Said Max, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I said we are going to punish you for staring at Natalie's boyfriend." He said, making you cower in fear. "I don't think so!" A voice growls from behind you. You turn around to see a boy that looks to be about your age with brown hair, and white/gray skin. You couldn't make out his eye color because of the orange goggles he wore. You also couldn't see his mouth, because he had it covered up. He had two hatchets, one was new looking with a bright orange handle, the other old looking with a wooden handle. The part that slightly freaked you out is that they both had dry blood on them. The bullies were obviously scared, but tried to act tough. "Or what?" Max asked, trying to hide his fear. In one swift move, the man pulled out a hatchet and threw it at the bully, cutting his arm off. He turned to look at the other bullies and said,"Or that. Now, who wants to go next?" Even though you couldn't see his mouth, you knew he was smirking. All of the bullies turned and ran away. The man turned to you. You started twitching uncontrollably, making tic noises. He noticed this, and knelt down in front of you. "You have tourettes, don't you?" He said, his hard voice immediately turning to a warm one. You nodded you head. "I do, too." He said. You finally noticed his twitches. "Can you tell me your name?" He asked. You made a X with your fingers over your mouth. "Your mute?" He asked, still using that warm tone of voice. You nodded again. "Can't you talk to me? Please?" He asked, doing puppy dog eyes that you could now clearly see that they were a deep shade of Brown. Your heart nearly melted. "M-my name's (Y-Y/N)." You said, your voice still a bit shaky from not using it. "(Y/N)" he said, testing the name on his lips. "I like it" he said after a long moment of silence. Then, he ran of, towards the woods.
You hang out:
After that happened, you just decided to drop out of school. So now you were just laying on the couch, taking a nap while your brother did the same. But, you have this weird habit where when you go to sleep, you barely breath, and it looks like your dead. A big thump came from your bedroom, but you were in a deep sleep, so you didn't notice. What you didn't know was that the strange man from last night had crawled through your window, and was currently coming down your stairs. He wanted to check on you, to make sure you were ok after what had happened with those bullies. He finally came down the stairs, only to see you laying on the couch, not moving. Oh no! he thought I don't see any wounds, was she poisoned? Or worse, maybe she killed herself! "(Y/N)! He exclaimed running over to you. You jumped up, because of the volume of his voice. You looked over to him, a bit startled. "Oh, umm....sorry? I kinda thought you were dead." He said while rubbing the back of his neck. Wow, Im suprised he actually cared I thought. "Umm..wanna hang out?" He asked. You nodded your head vigorously. So, after that, you hung out with the mysterious man, who you now knew as Toby.
(A/N) and done! Now I only have 2 more to go, and then I might add masky and hoodie when I stop being lazy. Btw, the only reason why the backstorys are so dark is to kinda match the creepypastas. Im not depressed or anything. I just have a wild imagination.
