The love of a killer || TICCI TOBY X READER

Ticci toby

(y/n)'s p.o.v

I found him, he wasn't dead. Toby was still alive, but he was a killer. We talked about when we were younger and we used to dig down stuff. I remembered one thing that we dug down in my backyard.

I ran out with a showel and began digging. I knew exactly were it was, and what it was. I saw a brown box and took it out of the hole and walked inside.

Toby sat on a chair and looked over to me. "remember this?" I showed him the box and opened it. There was a picture of me and him in 5th grade.

He took the picture and I think he was smiling. "Yes, y-yes I d-do remember t-this" He finally said, he gave me the picture back and walked over to me.

I looked down at the picture more closely and I saw something I had never seen in real life. My eyes widened and I gasped.

Laid a hand on my mouth and started to breath faster. "What's w-wrong, (y/n)?" He asked me and looked at me worried. "the picture, the s-slenderman" Toby took the picture and saw him, in the woods behind the playground.

Toby calmed me down and said that it was ok. "it's ok, don't be scared, nothing is gonna happen" he said as he stroke my (h/l) (h/c) hair. I laid my head on his chest and felt him blushing.

I heard something on the table in front of me. I looked to the table and saw Toby's goggles and mouthguard. I looked up and looked in his chocolate brown eyes.

I didn't want to look away but I had to. I started blushing and I wanted to hide it " do you want something to drink?" I asked him.

"just water" I walked to the kitchen and took a glass. Then I suddenly heard a crash behind me. I turned around quickly hoping it was Toby, but it wasn't.

I looked at him wide eyes, he looked like he was going to a costume party or something. He had a white mask on with black eyes and mouth and was wearing black pants and a orange jacket.

He laid on the floor and looked up at me. He stood up and grabbed a knife out of his pocket. I tried to run out of the kitchen but he grabbed my wrist and stabbed my shoulder.

This was weird, I didn't feel anything, I should have felt it! Toby walked in and saw the masked guy. He took the knife out of my shoulder and looked over at Toby.

"what are you doing here?" Toby asked first. He walked protectively in front of me

"you are not going to kill her, Masky" 'Masky, so his name is masky' I said in my head. "why not, you didn't kill her, then I will" he pushed Toby out of the way and stabbed me in the stomach.

Again, I didn't feel it, I didn't scream, I just stood there and did nothing. "you are so dead now!" Toby screamed and pushed him away.

I still had the knife in my stomach, so I took it out and walked behind Masky and stabbed his shoulder. "OW! What was that for?!" he screamed and Toby began laughing so hard he couldn't breath.

"why didn't your wounds hurt girl?"he finally asked not sounding like a complete dirtbag after realizing that he had stabbed me in the shoulder and stomach.

"I don't know. can we be friends?" I said it, I don't even know why. I held out a hand for him to take.

"why not" he grabbed it and I helped him up. Toby had stopped laughing by now and leaned against the door frame. "so, what n-now?" he asked. "sup!" I suddenly heard from behind.

I turned around and saw a boy who looked like link but he had black eyes and red pupils. "Ben?" Masky said with a hint of shock.

"yup, that's me and who are you sweetie?" He looked over to me eyeing me up and down. "(y/n)...." "Be careful around him, he can be a real perv" Toby wispered to me.

"nice name, what are you guys doing here anyway?" he looked over to Toby and Masky. "the question is: what are you doing here?"
Masky  replied.

"I saw you guys trough the window" I just sat on the kitchen table and did, Nothing, but patching and cleaning my wounds listening to three killers talking inside my home.

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So you have finaly met two other creepypastas! awesome! btw sorry for not updating i a week or two but i just didn't know what to write but hopefully i will get some inspiration. see ya:3