honest! Creepypasta x child readers (edited)

Tobias Lancaster x child reader

This part is for my own personal original character. Now, remember that he is not made for the creepy pasta fandom, but i will admit i took some inspiration from Ticci-toby. This is just a part i am writing out of boredom, if you enjoy leave a vote and i will continue to intertwine my non-fandom o.c's into the story, but i need to lengthen my story, so this part is being written.

You weren't all that young, but you were no where near your puberty. Your parents treated you like more of a kid, so you were actually quite desperate to prove that you were mature. That's why you were wondering out in the woods as the sun went down. Your friends had told you about the slender-man notes that were scattered in the woods, so you were on the hunt for them. Just like the stupid kid you were.

Cold air bit and clawed at your face as you pushed your way through thickets of thorns and other sharp plants on your way towards another crudely written note that was plastered to a rock in front of you, your thin jacket was doing little to fight off the cold as your boots crackled through the thick layer of snow that covered the ground, hiding the leaves. After a short moment you reached your destination and snatched the page off of the rock, not even bothering to read the note, but instead shoving it into your bag before continuing. The cold was a bitter rival, but determination out weighed your misery, so you traveled deeper into the forest until you could no longer see your house.

By the time you had found the fourth note, your paranoia was beginning to rise, something wondered through the bushes behind you, following you from a distance as you searched the shadowy trunks for more notes. Your breath was coming in short gasps as the cold winter air burned your throat raw, the person who was following you was growing closer, stalking you like a hunter does pray. You were on the verge of madness when the silvery light of the moon showed the presence of a clearing through the thick trees.

Tears sprung up in your eyes as adrenaline raced through your limbs and you began to run towards the light, knowing deep down that it was futile, but you needed some type of comfort. Your throat felt like a nest of angry hornets had nested in it when you had finally reached the edge of the well lit clearing. Exhaustion dragged your feet down as you stumbled closer to the clearing, standing in the middle of the silvery light. Fear surrounded your heart as you glanced back over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of a thin, animalistic figure with long, twisted claws and a large, gapping mouth full of monstrous fangs that jutted out in strange angles. It was the rake.

There was nothing that you could do, so you just curled up in a blanket and cried, your body being wracked with violent shivers and shaking sobs. You were a sitting duck. Waiting for the death of sharp teeth and lethal claws to claim you. but, they never came.

You cried loudly, praying that someone would here your wails and save you, but they never came. Suddenly, a heavy, warm feeling was draped over your small, shaking body, it was a tattered and aged long coat with a golden rim around the black material. The coat was warm and heavy, it was ten times your size, so it engulfed you in warmth.

Struggling out of the heavy material, you uncovered your head, looking up at the one who was responsible for giving it to you. the stranger was tall and slender, lacking muscular bulk but at the same time radiating immense power, from your angle on the ground you could just barely see his dark sclera from behind his shaggy mop of inky hair, which barely hid a sick smile that was torn into his face, revealing rows of jagged, needle-like teeth like that of a sharks. Glancing at the edge of the clearing, you saw what he was staring down. The rake stood half slumped over on his hind legs, his dark, demonic eyes glued to the man's hateful golden eyes as the creature shook, his long, unruly claws clicking together as he shook like a leaf. Who ever had given you the coat, was scaring the rake like a warped shadow does a small child in the night.

Suddenly, the rake turned tail and ran, racing off into the darkness of the trees like a bullet, leaving you alone with a strange demon of evil. You stared up into the face of your twisted savior, at first you thought he was Ticci-Toby due to his orange goggles and mouth guard around his neck, but his face gave it away. The immortal was taller than Toby, and paler as well, his hair was unkempt and shaggy, and his mouth was that of a sadistic monster with sharp teeth jutting out from behind his torn cheeks and chapped lips.

You should've been terrified, you should've been cowering and screaming, but you felt none of this, his eyes were covered by his uneven bangs, but you knew that his eyes were as menacing as his mouth, which he quickly covered with the bite-guard before turning back to you, slipping his goggles over his eyes as he reached down to take the coat back. To your surprise, the demon reached for your bag and soundlessly removed the notes, throwing them to the ground mindlessly, after that he reached down a scooped you up. He was inhumanly warm, like a well stoked fire place in the summer time, he held you gently, as if you were a porcelain doll that would shatter at one touch of his long claws. Before you knew it, you were pulled closer to the demon as he flew through the forest at speeds that only a machine could reach, but you were certain he was alive from the delayed heartbeat within his chest. Within seconds, the trees had stopped blurring by and you were back in your yard, your three friends still standing there with terror on their faces as they focused on the man who held you while he set you down on the ground once again, steadying you as you stumbled and wobbled on your own feet.

You turned to thank the man, but he was already gone, taking the long, torn coat with him in the flicker of a flame. it was like he was never there. But you knew better than to believe that.

"(y/n)," Your friend (f/n) breathed, still staring at the spot where your savior had stood, "You were just in the presence of deaths worst nightmare." They breathed, turning their awed expressions to you as you returned their looks with your own, curios stare. "Who is deaths worst nightmare?" You asked, cocking your head to the side as you stood staring at your friends. "He's a creature of such evil that he can kill with his eyes."

I hope you liked this part. you can look through my works for more stories about Tobias, including his origin story, so please, feel free to read up on my character, i would love it. Peace!