Creepypasta Oneshots

Express Diner [Toby × Reader]

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This was a suggestion by my best friend copy_paste_boy he's a god. Thanks for the idea c h i e f
Quick reminder that when the Noodles are in public they have human forms.
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I had worked at Express Diner for around nine years, since my sophomore year in high school through all of college. And ever since then our dinner, which was popular most for its coffee, had a competitor. The Human Bean, a little coffee shop across the street. It had good coffee and I often went there myself when I wanted something different. Unfortunately, the shop was shut down, making its regulars flock to Express for their daily coffees. So this was the worst week of my nine years at Express. It was busy and loud and almost unbearable. Every table was packed full of people and we waitresses had our hands packed full as all of our areas were full. Customers had to repeat their orders st last twice before they spoke loud enough for me to hear.

After I took some orders I practically sprinted to the back. The voices became muffled through the walls and doors, nothing but a jumble of voices. A soft sigh passed by my lips and I resisted the urge to rub my temples. Instead, I grabbed a tray and shuffled to the front area again. The noise boomed as soon as the door slid open.

My usual lunch break time rolled around slower than I'd have liked, but I did get to take off my heavy apron and strut into the front area. I took a quick glance around at the tables. Each was full, and I mean packed, with people. Most laughing and talking while eating and drinking. There were a couple men in suits at one of the tables, talking business among themselves I assumed. There was only one table that wasn't full. At it was only one person, a boy with light brown hair and a mask covering his mouth. He was staring at his coffee he ordered, occasionally taking a shot sip. I ordered and slipped over to the table.

"Excuse me?" I exclaimed loudly enough for the boy to hear over the noise. He looked up at me and nodded once to acknowledge me. "Do you mind if I take a seat here?" He looked between me and the seat before scooting over enough for me to sit. I smiled and sat down, plopping my chin into my hands. The boy didn't speak to me as I expected he would, he just drank his coffee. "Why are you here all by yourself?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. He glanced at me and back at his cup, ignoring the question. After a moment's thought, a snapped my fingers and pulled out me pen and pad. On it, I scribbled down the question again and showed it to him.

"Why are you here all alone?" It read. The boy took it and read over it. He looked at me blankly yet expectantly. I handed him my pen and he immediately jotted down an answer. He pushed the paper back over to me.

"Why does it matter?" I tapped the top of my pen in thought. Does one need a reason to be curious? I wrote down the thought. "I suppose not." He replied, obviously grumpy.

"You never answered my question. Is something wrong?"

"No. What's your name?" I gave up on trying to get him to answer me and responded with my name and explained that I worked at Express and that I was on my lunch break. "Why did you decide to write me?"

"I'm not sure. Aren't you more comfortable talking like this?"

"... I guess so." I ate my food and drank my Carmel Frappe for the rest of the time I was there. After a bit the boy pointed to the counter. I looked over to see my friend, Jess, waving at me frantically. I sighed and hoped up, stretching my arms as I did so. My knuckles and back popped loudly as I skipped towards the back. I waved at the boy and got back to work.

After the lunch rush I took a break for a minute or two. I had a trembling migraine that made my eyes burn and my temples shake. But for the first time in a while I could hear my own thoughts again and feel my heartbeat slowing. I took a deep breath and held the sides of my head for a moment. I never was cut out for loud places. But luckily, my shift was over not too long later and I happily hoped on the opportunity to leave. I looked around and saw familiar brown hair.

"Still here?" I asked, sliding up to the brunette. He sparred me a glance before holding out his hand and pointing to my pocket. Confused, I pointed to my pad and pen. He nodded so I handed him the tools. He wrote something down and showed me the paper.

"It's nice here, don't you think?"

"Yeah! This place is nice when it's calm."

"Oh, and my name is Toby."

"Toby..." I repeated aloud. A smile graced my lips. "That's a nice name." Toby smiled and nodded as if to thank me.

"Are you leaving, Y/n?"

"Yep! Got stuff to do like... uh... eat... twizzlers and stuff." I replied. For a bit Toby stared at me. Then, he laughed quietly. "Woah! So you can talk?!" I slapped my hand over my mouth as soon as those words left me. Frantically, I explained what I meant. "I mean-! I thought you were mute or something..." I muttered.

"No," Toby wrote, "just self conscious about my voice is all."

"Oh! My bad. Will you be returning tomorrow, Toby?" Toby nodded. "Then I'll be seeing you tomorrow! Have a great day, Toby!" I waved as I left Express. Humming and skipping on my way home I muttered to myself, "Toby hm? I think we'll get along famously!"

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I hope this was good but probs not 🤷‍♀️
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