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Relatives Of Serial Killers | Ticci Toby

r/Askreddit : Relatives of Serial Killers what is your story?

My name is (Y/n) and I am the child of Slenderman's proxies. To be fair all of my parental figures are Serial Killers. But if I talked about all of them in one post, it would be way too long. So I decided to do them all separately.

This post is about my father figure Ticci Toby. Now because of my parents busy work schedule I don't see any particular parent that much. But when I do see them particularly dad-Toby. I need some time to recuperate.

He is like the ultimate helicopter parent and insane parent all in one. Not in the way that he's a terrible parent or anything like that. More like he's way too involved in my life. In fact he's more interested in my life than I am.

For example, when I was eleven he would check my cell phone daily to make sure I'm not talking to anyone he disapproves of. In his eyes a cell phone is far from a diary, so it's fine. If mom-Kate didn't scold him for it he probably would have still been doing it.

Or when I was fourteen and he thought I was sexually active, because I had a boyfriend. He cloned my phone, put a few tracking apps on it. Added security software and remote control access from my phone to his. I didn't even know he did that until I heard dad-Brian and dad-Tim shout at him for invading my privacy on such a grand scale.

His overprotectiveness has also warped my sense of normality in every way. For as long as I can remember, whenever I would make a new friend. My father would always ask for their full names to look up their family history and criminal records.

For a long time I thought this was normal, it's only when I got older that I realised its not. And whenever I try to tell him it's not normal, he doesn't believe me. In fact he thinks I'm trying to hide something and digs even deeper lmao. The man is insane, which to be fair was expected. I wouldn't be posting on this thread if he wasn't.

Anyway he's life as a serial killer never really mixed with his parenting life until recently. One of my friends was throwing a party and had a lot of people over. I asked mom-Kate if I could go and she said yes. So I didn't see the need to ask all of them.

Which seems like a bad idea considering how insane dad-Toby is, but in the end it worked in my favour. While my father my be overbearing and paranoid he is rarely ever wrong. Something I found out the hard way.

When I was at the party at my friends house dad-Toby called me and demanded I come back home. I had a little too much to drink and was feeling a bit rebellious. I told him no, and turned my phone off.

In hindsight had I been sober I would have known that doing that would have made him come after me. Anyway after a while I decided to go home, it was getting late and I didn't want to be in trouble with my other parents. One is bad enough.

My friend offered to drive me home as it was like 3 o'clock in the morning. I unfortunately had to decline, as I couldn't risk them finding out about my parents. Which was mistake number 3 for the night.

Apparently there are some very shady characters out that time of the night. Who knew? Anyway on my way home I was attacked by this guy, I don't remember much about him since it was so dark. I think he was in his late thirties or something and he was tall.

He had me pinned to the ground, I tried screaming for help. But stopped when he held a knife against my neck. I was crying as he started tearing at my clothes, he kissed at my exposed skin.

Before he could go any further he was pulled off of me. I gasped for breath as I looked over to where the man was. He was being hit over and over with a hatchet by dad-Toby. After a while he just stopped hitting him and turned to me.

I was so relieved that I burst into tears, dad-Toby didn't say anything. He just picked me up and carried me home. Neither of us said anything on the way there. When we got home though he let me have it big time.

After he calmed down he explained to me why he was so overprotective. He says he wants to be better than his father who was abusive. Or his mother who turned a blind eye to the abuse. He wants to be the best parent he can be.

But he doesn't know how to be, since he didn't have the best examples growing up. I still don't like most of his methods, but I know what he does, he does out of love. We are working to improve our relationship.

If you want to know about what it's like to be related to the other serial killer's in my life let me know. I also have other stories about this particular serial killer. This is just the one that stood out the most to me.

Well that's my story, or at least one of my stories. Thank you for reading.