Creepypasta Dad Scenarios

meeting Ticci Toby

(You are 7 years old, TRIGGER WRANING! BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP)

"smile for the camera freak!" One of the bitches from school said to you, holding up her phone up to your face. While her little 'friends' held me down. I growled at the girls, cringing fiercely. I tried biting, scratching, clawing, flailing, yelling, but nothing would stop their annoying laughs and their rein of terror over me.
"aw, why won't you smile thumper, can't take a little 'fun'?" The main lowlife asked in a fake pout, taking a few more pics of my form. Thumper, that nickname could be good, and it could be bad. But in my case, it's the worst, cause I have a reason that I thump and tap on everything and any way I can.
I have this, problem that can't really be traced back to anything, but, I'm anyways tapping on a surface. Either it be with my feet, hand,ls, even my head if I put it against a suface. This also caused me to shake alot, making it hard to not be bullied. I'm given names like, thumper, tap, jitter. At least the English teachers would be happy to know that the kids are using their words.
Well, let me explain my situation right now. So, I was walking back home, by myself, not doing anything wrong, and then 'BANG' the little prick(gave her that nickname cause she reminded me of a cactus, pointy, and a pain in the ass.) And her little mini pricks, like those little cactus that grow with the one taller one. Alright getting to off topic here. So back to the present, past, whichever, I was ambushed by the pricks, the mini pricks tackled me down, and held be there, me not being able to do anything, why, would this happen to me.
So then the main little prick started taking pictures of me and laughing along with the other girls.
So now here I am, I'm fed up, I don't want to be in this situation right now, all I wanted was to go home, hope for my parents to not be there, and make me some eggs waffles with peanut butter(srry if allergic) and syrup out the wazoo. I don't care if I get in trouble, all I want is to have some good food and go to sleep drawing.
But noooooooo, the little pricks (that's their group name to you) just had to bother you. I cracked my neck and made the girls 'ew' in disgust as they threw my head down on the concrete road. I groaned and realized that I have been tapping my foot the whole time, 'not surprising' I thought. Then all the sudden, one of the girls got up from her spot on my back and let the other two hold me still. I squirmed and tapped more trying to get free since the weight decrease. But to no avail, the leader of the group then looked over to the other girl who made her way to my taping foot, her camera following cause now she was taking a video. The girl, now by my foot, inspected it before smirking. "I wonder what would happen if, I-?"she said while grabbing my foot and twisting it a bit. My eye twitched a bit as a weird feeling settled in my stomach, this was not gonna end well.
The other girls on me turned around to face my feet leaving me just laying there, head tapping the road lightly as my pupils shrunk a bit. The girl had turned my foot more, me and the pricks hearing small snapping noises as well as popping. I gasped as the pain was growing in my foot. She twisted it more and more until.....it snapped. Literally.
I screamed in pain and terror as the bone connecting my foot to my leg broke apart the girls laughed and got up, leaving me on the concrete not able to move. They beat me to a bloddy pulp, some even kicking my now severely broken foot, making me scream in agony. My somewhat orange hair sprawled around me as I weeped. They laughed at my misery, I'll get them back one day, I swear, they suddenly heard a truck in the distance and ran of screaming "have fun twitches!" Well, that was a new one. The truck sounded so loud as it barreled down the street. I looked at it, and thought, if I just roll a bit to the left, I can probably lay flat enough that it goes right passed me? I then looked to my foot, it looked swollen and definitely broken to the extreme. I laughed at my risky decision and decide to go for it, if it doesn't work, then there's no harm in dying, only a little. I then rolled to the left and just in time. The truck barreled passed me, the only thing that got smooshed was my right hand, but it'll be fine, I hope.
I quickly rolled all the way to the sidewalk and heaved myself up on it. Panting I got up, ignoring my hand and foots protest, I just kept thinking of the waffles I was gonna cook when I get home. It was gonna be so good.

Painfully agonizing time skip, of walking

I finally reached home, jumping all the way to the door I took my key and unlocked the door. Thank goodness my parents weren't home. I quickly locked it behind me, locked all windows and doors that were left. And made a b-line for the bathroom. I got the first aid kit out and immediately started wrapping my foot in a gauze, as tight as I could I did hear a few clicks and more popping and I hissed and tapped my other foot against the bathroom floor, but I got it done. My hands shook more than normal as I wrapped my right one in the other extra gauze we had and sighed. I leaned against the toilet and my good hand and foot tapped against the cabinet. I stayed like that for a bit till the pain numbed and got up, I was shaking all over profusely I couldn't stop, even my teeth chattered. Though I just knew that I took a bit to much of my medication that morning. I went to the sink and got some water and took a painkiller that was also in the first aid kit.
After that, I just microwaved some waffles and sat on the couch to wait, yes, I locked all the doors, and this was a first for me, I normally don't do that, knowing of the types of punishment I'd get for it, but I really didn't care at this point, I got up and went back to the bathroom. Tapping my fingers against the wall and limping. I looked in the bathroom mirror, orangish colored hair, dull brown eyes, and a pail complexion, and there was more detail added by freckles that coated my cheeks. But I looked tired, very tired. I heard the beeping from the microwave, and thought, I may look tired, but that won't stop me from eating the most wonderful thing in the world.
I made my way back, still taping away at the walls. I prepared my waffles and started eating when all the sudden, I felt a presence, right behind me. Three actually. My mouth parted a bit, but I closed it, and continued to eat syrup trickling down my chin. If they are hear to kill me, then I might as well be killed with the thing I loved. But, they didn't. My hand tapped against the wooden table, as well as my good foot, it tapped against the tile floor. My hurt foot was propped up on a chair and my hurt hand was laying flat against the table.
I finished in no time, setting my foot of the chair and holding the empty Plate in the palm of my left hand. I growl in frustration as I hopped, or tryed to hop over to the sink. My broken limbs throbbed and pulsed to their own beat. Which didn't feel okay at all. I ended up tripping, falling over an empty liquor bottle, the plate clashed against the ground, making it smash into little pieces. And the shards of pottery, we're pretty sharp. I tryed find something to pull my self up from falling, but there was nothing. But, then I fet a sudden force, pulling my hair, I yelped, but then the unknown being pulled me against their waist, or, at least thats wear I went to height wise and backed up a few steps. My hand and foot throbbed even more, making me whimper a bit, but I also whimpered cause my head hurt, badly.
I looked up at the man and tapped my foot absent-mindedly, but I didn't know that I was standing on the guys shoes. This man was, peculiar, but didn't look bad at all, he had a weird color that I don't know, hoodie with striped brown sleeves that went in a pattern, thick stripe, thin stripe, thick stripe, thin stripe. And each stripe had a thin lighter brown border that surrounded it. He wore some dark blue jeans and some beat up converse. Then a blue hoodie that was put down at the moment. He had some steampunk goggles on and a mouth cover thingy that looked like a cage for a smile. I liked it. His facial features consisted of deep brown orbs, like mine! And a pail skin tone, also like mine! I smiled a small smile at him, to which he chuckled to, he also laughed about how I was thumping my foot on his shoe. I nervously chuckled and stopped, tapping the floor instead. "Heya mister goggles, thank you for catching me back there. That wouldn't have been good wouldn't it?" I said, smiling as my good hand tapped the wall. He chuckled and replied with a "n-no, I don't t-think that w-would have e-e-ended good either. AND A-ARNT YOU A-A CUTIE?!" I giggled and smiled, I looked over his shoulder to see two other dudes, one wore a yellow jacket and some jeans, but he also had brown hair, like mr. Goggles! And he also had a very feminine mask of black and white.
The other had a orange hoodie and And a black mask with red eyes and a frown stitched onto it. I couldn't see his hair but he also wore some jeans. I smiled and waved to them. Earning nervous waves back. I giggled and asked "Why are you guys here in the first place?" Earning a, "Well, I guess you could say we heard from someone that your parents are bad and that we needed to retrieve you!" Mr. Goggles said exitedly, with no ticks. I gasped and said "really, you'll take me away from here? But, who would be my new parents?" "Um, h-how about i-i be y-your new par-rent?" Mr. Goggles said, earning a few choking noises and coughing from behind him. "really? You would do that? Are you sure?" I said, tears springing in my eyes, " positive, now let's go!" Mr. Goggles exclaimed, picking me up and putting me on his back. "Come o-on masky, h-hoodie, let's g-go!" Toby said, running out the door that they somehow unlocked that went to the backyard. I laughed and tapped on his chest as I held on as best as I could with a broken hand.

This has to be the best, and the worst day of my life!