Reader x child creepypasta!

Toby - Found

Y/N POV

You walked down the sidewalk, happily humming to yourself. You suddenly hear a sound, like bones snapping in half. You turn to the alleyway. You heard sniffling. You look both ways. Not many people were out today. You walk into the alleyway.

"Hello?" You call out. You hear a terrified whimper. You see a small box. You walk up to the box and see a small boy with unruly brown hair and beautiful chocolate browns eyes. He was twitching and ticking. He backs up.

"P-Please don't hurt me.." You look at the box and read what it says.

"Take a murderer?" You say aloud. You look at the boy. There were two small hatchets by him.

"I won't hurt you, little one." You say softly, extending your hand and gently placing it ontop of his hair. He looks up at you.

"What's your name..?" He asks.

"Y/N." You reply.

"What's yours?"

"T-Toby.." He says, sniffling.

"Poor thing... Do you wanna come home with me?" You ask gently.

"....." He doesn't reply. He shakes in fear.

"Why- Oh... Oh no, no, no, no. I wouldn't ever to that to anyone, Toby. Here, please? I promise I'll take care of you." You say. The young twitching boy gives in, nodding.

"O-.... Okay..." You pick him up from out of the box.

"Wait- What about my hatchets??" He asks.

"I-" He gives you puppy-dog eyes. You can't resist the cuteness they bring that melts your heart.

"Oh alright." You say.

"Yay! T-Thank you!" He says happily. You grab the weapons and attach them to the belt you were wearing. You start walking with the small boy in your arms. He lies his head against your chest as you walked.

Once you get home, you unlock and open the door.

"Pretty.." Toby says.

"Aw. Thank you." You say. He smiles. You kick the door shut.

"Tim! Brian! I'm home!" The two males walk downstairs.

"Hi m- Who's that??" Brian asks.

"Toby. I found him in an alleyway." Tim looks at Toby, examining him.

"How old are you?" Hoodie asks.

"U-Um... 10... Why?"

"Oh! I was just curious. I'm 12. So is Mask- Tim.." Hoodie corrects. Toby tilts his head.

"Sorry. We call each other Hoodie and Masky.." Hoodie says with a small smile. Toby nods and looks at Masky, who remained silent.

"What?" He snaps. Toby flinches.

"Tim..." You warn. "Be nice." Masky rolls his eyes, walking back upstairs to his room.

"Brian," you say. He looks at you.

"Yeah?" He asks, his tone as soft and sweet as it always was.

"Would you mind going to calm Tim down, please?" He nods, trotting upstairs and to Masky's room.

"C'mon Toby. I'll show you your room and then you can have a bath. That sound good?" He nods.

"Yes ma'am.."

"Ma'am?" You repeat. He nods.

"Oh, no need to call me that. Just call me Y/N. Or mom, if you'd like."