Creepypasta x Male!Readers [OPEN!]

Ticci Toby x Reader

Hii! I asked a friend about how to do this request, and they decided to go a little softer. I wanted the reader to have a cute little "friendship" (but not really) kinda thing with Toby. It'll make more sense later lmao. The start is super long, so I'll just have in bold where the main x Reader starts. I hope it isn't too bad!

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A while ago you met a boy in the forest. You went out to explore almost every day and you happened to stumble across his path. He always wore a hood and a large scarf which concealed the lower half of his face. His skin was slightly pale and his eyes a light hazel which complimented his slightly lengthy hair. He was only slightly taller than you, and you both got along quite well. He never revealed his full face, which you never understood why. You both usually sat down on a log and talked, but he never stayed long.

You check your watch, letting out a long sigh. Your mouth slightly ajar as your head was thrown back. A throaty groan left your mouth as you sat up. You thought it'd be the right time to go visit your friend if he was there. You left your house, cutting clear to the familiar spot in the woods. You look around, seeing if Toby would come into view.

Standing like an idiot, your eyes searched. Your arms fell lifeless to your side, a disappointed glare in your eyes. Your phone rang in your pocket, your eyes shot to your phone as it was torn from your pocket. You squint in confusion.

Restricted Number

Accept | Decline

You blink, swiping right as you accepted the call. You hold it to your ear, nervously croaking out a hello. You were dead silent after this point, your eyes narrowed.

"To the far left of where you are is an empty parking lot. The store that owns the parking lot is no longer in business. Go there no later than 2:00 AM." A male spoke into the phone.

The call ended, your eyes slightly rolling. You wanted that 'tough guy' vibe to be sent out, but deep down was a churning fear. You trudge back to your house, your eyes shooting to your watch every few minutes. Pushing through the door, you enter your house.

After a long wait, the sun had shrunk beneath the far hills. It was barely one in the morning. Anxious, you left early. Pushing through your door, you approached the forest at a good pace. Turning, you trudge through the dead leaves as you directed yourself toward the destination you were instructed to earlier.

You see the dimly lit parking lot after a long while of walking. Your legs were tired, but you easily subsided the feeling of having little energy. You see two figures, one wielding a weapon. You squint, making the weapon out to be an ax. One of the figures was quickly staggering back, leading to them collapsing. You hesitantly approached the parking lot, you felt your heart race. Your judgment was clouded as adrenaline pumped more and more.