Ticci Toby x Reader //Kidnapped\\

Introduction

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Hello readers! If you have no idea what Creepypastas are, well no need to fret about it, cause this little introductory will give you the information you need.

Creepypastas are (but not excluded too) brutal and vicious serial killers that have a tragic backstory that then caused them to become who they are, they may have inhuman powers or what human abilities they have may be 'upgraded' most (quite a bit) of these pastas are also known as proxies, they work for the Slenderman and do his work. The one creepypasta we will mostly be focusing on throughout this story will be Ticci Toby, allow me to give a little back drop on him.

Ticci Toby

(Bare with me i wrote this from memory)

Full name, Tobias Erin Rogers was a young kid, age 13, but his looks almost made him look inhuman, his pale almost gray skin made him almost look dead, but yet he wasn't. He was always picked on/bullied by the other kids, by his tics and that forced him onto homeschooling, and then the age of 17 hit him...

Toby had a fatal accident in a head on car crash when his sister was driving, him in the back seat, he only hurting his arm alongside with the occasional cuts and bruises he was fine, well physically fine for the most part. His sister didn't have much luck as the force of the impact crushed both of her legs, and they were both driven to the hospital. His sister Lyra was pronounced dead upon arrival and the last person she saw was Toby, now his father never came to the hospital to check on him, only his mother did. Now Toby's father wasn't the nicest of people. He was an alcoholic and always abused Lyra, his mother Connie, and Toby himself.

Toby had just gotten out of the hospital his mother driving a seemingly new car home, Toby sat in the back, in the clothe the doctors gave him and his left arm wrapped up in bandages. He was silent, deathly silent even though his mother tried making small talk he wouldn't respond. They finally pulled up in the driveway. A figure stood in the drive way, it was barely visible due to the nights shadowy atmosphere and the overcast blocking out the moon's dim light. He stepped out as the figure walked over to him, he realized it was his father, the father he so despised, after his father called him by his wrong age his mother sent him to his room to rest. Over the days that followed Toby saw a figure stand right outside, under the faint orange light of the lamp post right outside his house, he blinked and the figure was gone. He started to see hallucinations. It was slowly driving him...crazy... To make matters worse he began to chew at his fingers making them bleed, his mother caught on to him and wrapped his hands up in bandages and brought him to a therapist. At his first appointment he saw the...figure....again, he froze and became unresponsive as if in a trance. As soon as it happened it was gone. The figure disappeared within his preferable vision.

About a week or so after that appointment, Toby couldn't sleep, he was seemingly restless, sleep wouldn't come to him that night. Something in his head snapped, he got up, but before he could his door flung open, his sister....his sister's corpse! Hovered in front of him. Her chest cavity ripped open, and her mouth on one side hung down by small pieces of remaining flesh, her eyes clouded and lifeless as groans escaped from her throat. He was horrified, scarred, as he just stood helpless in front of his sister Lyra's corpse, again with a single blink it was all gone. Shooken up he went downstairs quietly. His father sat at the dining table. A bottle of alcohol in his hand, his father appeared drunk, all Toby wanted was to talk and sit down with his father, his father didn't take so kindly as he grabbed Toby and he slapped his own son across the face. Toby squirmed loose of his grip, and headed to the drawers and grabbed a knife, any knife he saw first and walked back to his father. Just as you'd suspect he stabbed his father multiple times each stab filled with hatred towards his father. He ran to the family garage. The hatchets on the wall, one was a new one with a bright orange handle, a sharp shiny blade, and an older one with a wooden handle still complete with a sharp blade. He grabbed a can of gasoline and popped it open, ran down the street leaving a trail of gas all over the neighborhood and lit it with a convenient box of matches he just so had in his pockets and lit the end of the trail as the fire roared down the street. Leaving his old life behind, he ran away from his torture, his sorrow, his fear, his happiness that just so remained for his mother.

Weeks later after the whole tragedy a news report appeared on the T.V, his mother moved in with his sister, the news report read of a murder scene in the woods, and a hatchet...an old hatchet was accidently left there, and all suspects to the murder led to the one and only Tobias Erin Rogers, the kid who so disappeared after the recent fire, his mother almost nearly broke down in tears. She knew of course it was her son, the son she lost, and the son who murdered her husband, and the son she would never see again. Her heart broke but she knew she'd have to live with it.

Long I know. But that's not the end of this little introductory. Yes that's the end of his back story. Currently now he is 18, and it'll stick that way in this story. Did i mention Ticci Toby's disorders? Here C.I.P.A A disease which makes him numb to any pain (besides mental of course)

Schizophrenia: Delusions, bizarre behavior,disorganized speech

Tourette syndrome: tics(twitches) result in cracking of the neck and joints

P.T.S.D: post traumatic stress disorder (diagnosed with after the car accident)

Amnesia: loss of memory(Caused after he met Slender man)

Now is that the sound of a chiming abandoned church bell i hear? I believe that the signal for this horror romantic/fanfic novel to start.