Creepypasta x Reader Oneshots

Ticci Toby x Reader Soulmate AU

Where the only colour you see is grey until you make eye contact with your soulmate.

'Stupid ass Zalgo, makin' me look for pages. PAGES!'

I grumbled, kicking rocks and small twigs aside, boredly. If only I'd met my soulmate. I could enjoy all the beautiful colours and contrasts. But that will probably never happen. Zalgo rarely lets me leave.

Working for the demon lord himself definitely ain't what one would think it'd be like.

Imagine petsitting a cuddly little puppy.

Now give it fire powers and make it bipolar.

Sometimes I wish I worked for ol' Slendy.

Rounding a tree, I noticed a page hanging from it. Written crudely at the top was, 'don't look, or it takes you.' A messy drawing of trees littered the bottom half of the light grey paper. Not like it could be any other colour.

Not paying too much attention, I stuffed the note in my pocket carelessly. I pushed back my unease and carried on.

I was starting to get more and more uncomfortable as I walked on. After collecting another page, I kept hearing loud, echoing footsteps.

"Where the hell did Zalgo take me to?"

I growled. Which Creepypasta has pages to collect? None that I know of. He must be a master of house if it means he has a whole forest!

Umm, Mr. Creepypasta? Does Mr. Krueger have his own house? (I know he isn't a creepypasta) What about Mr. Widemouth? Oh god, I wish I paid more attention in Zalgo's classes.

My hand was shaking as I reached for a third page. Soon after it was in my fingers, minor static rung in my ears.

Who the hell has static?!

Oh, oh, no. Oh please god no.

 Slenderman.

Soon after realizing who exactly I was having a run-in with, I broke into a sprint.

I knew someone was chasing me, what I didn't know if I was going to be able to outrun them. Why? Was I not good enough? Zalgo, he...he left me to die.

I couldn't think about it much longer, as I collided with something hard.

Falling back, I groaned. I looked up, but immediately wished I hadn't.

His face, it was so expressionless. The fact that he hadn't a single facial feature save for small dents where his eye sockets would be, really helped in that. I couldn't read him, and that scared me the most.

Damn, teleportation. If he can teleport, there's no chance of me escaping.

He was so tall. 7-8 feet by estimation. I couldn't tell what colour his tentacles really were, but there were several protruding from his back, and they didn't look friendly. I watched them, terrified, as they darted towards me.

There was no chance to dodge, or run. There was no way I could match that speed with my agility.

The slimy tentacles held me tightly, as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Come, Toby. This one is for you."

His deep voice called out to some unknown person named Toby, and you knew of your fate.

Ticci Toby. Class A proxy of Slenderman. Second in command, behind Masky, and in front of Hoodie. Weapon: Hatchet. Killing style: Decapitation.

The facts swum around in your head, piecing themselves together as Zalgo's voice explained them for you. He wasn't actually talking. It was just his voice who taught you these facts.

What a shame, my head will be on the floor before I even get to meet my soulmate. Or see colour, for that matter.

"Open your eyes, I want you to see my face before I slice your head off."

I winced, feeling tears sting at my eyes as I slowly opened them.

He wore a horrifying smiley mask, with some sort of reflective goggles on his face. The kind you wear when working with axes and the like. Makes sense. I wish I knew what colour they were.

I saw him raise his hatchet, and start swinging.

The goggles made his eyes harder to see, but as soon as we made eye contact, the hatchet stopped mid swing.

Everything burst out in colour, the once-grey world became vibrant and beautiful.

The goggles were brightly coloured, and his skin tone, something you could only describe as pale.

"Toby, What is taking so long?!" Slenderman demanded, angrily.

"My-my, soulmate..." Toby mumbled, breathlessly.

"YOUR WHAT!!"

-TIMESKIP-

"Can't we just kill her anyway?" Said the infamous, Jeff The Killer. 

I glared at him, but didn't dare say a word.

"No, you idiot, That would leave massive repercussions on Toby!" Jane scolded.

I doubt Toby would care, as he seemed to really dislike me.

"She works for Zalgo, what are we suppose to do?" BEN points out.

I chose now to speak. "Zalgo abandoned me, consider my loyalty to him non-existent." I growled.

Eyeless Jack chuckled, "she's funny."

I paid no heed to him. Choosing instead to pay attention to the masked proxy of Slenderman.

"Are you his proxy?" He asks, staring at me expectantly.

"No, I just worked for him." I replied.

"What do you say, to becoming my proxy?" Slender asks.

I do a double-take. "An hour ago you had full intentions to kill me!"

I paused. "But yeah, I'll do it." Smirking, I shake his hand.

"I've got some rules for you, then."

Toby's gruff voice says from the couch. He stands.

"1. Do NOT take any food or drinks from anyone except me or Slenderman. 2. Every mission you go on for now I will accompany you to. 3. For the next month you are with me at all times. 4. You will be staying in my room."

He ends his speech standing in front of me.

"Do you agree?"

I sputter.

"Do you agree?" He asks, more forcefully.

I bow my head.

"Yes."

-TIMESKIP-

Living in Slender mansion has been quite the ride.

Toby has gotten much more playful and carefree with me. The two of us are basically married, as we share just about everything.

At the moment, we are playing hide and seek. Toby is it.

"Twenty!"

Toby cried. I giggled, holding onto the branch of the tree I was hiding in.

I heard him getting closer, so I quieted myself.

Unfortunately, the branch I was sitting on decided to break, and I fell.

FORTUNATELTY, I was met with strong arms instead of the hard ground.

"What am I gonna do with you?" Toby sighed.

"Admit it, you love me anyway." I nuzzled into his chest.

"How could I not? I can tell the difference between the mustard and ketchup bottles now because of you." He chuckled, kissing me softly, before carrying me back to the mansion.

(Author) Joy: Halloz pals.
Toby: I am not that mean! -pouts-
BEN: You're a bipolar, crazy, serial killer.
Toby: That doesn't make me mean!
Masky: Pretty sure it does.
Toby: HEY! IT'S MASKY!
Masky: F*** ME! -runs away-
Joy: Don't stop him, just wait till Toby gets bored.
Hoodie: When has Toby ever gotten bored of chasing Masky?
Joy: Exactly.