The goggles blinding your view sends fear tickling down your spine. The mouth guard mimics a smile worth a thousand words. This threat is here to kill you. Although you want to welcome it with open arms, the one in front of you still scares you. More neck turns, although now it sounds like it's the cracking of a neck rather than swift head turns. Each click makes you push further back into the arm gripping your side.... DISCLAIMERS : -Toby is not dialogued in accordance to his ticks, but stutters and stumbling over words are mentioned! It's just a lot to put in and I want my readers to be focused on the plot rather than his Tourette's. -if you aren't comfortable with many scenarios that involve injury or sensitive thoughts or cursing, please read at your own risk. the point is for fun, and I don't want to trigger anything for my readers :( -I drew the cover :) but it was when I had my old username and i'm definitely not redrawing that LOL

Ticci Toby x Reader I do not own most of these characters. Hoodie and Masky (Brian and Tim) belong to Marble Hornets. The rest of the Pastas belong to their rightful owners. I don't own the you in the story. That'd be weird- and it's truth. So. Any side characters that I may add are most likely gonna be made up by me, so those characters I do own- I guess. The story cover was not made by me. I just found a photo on Google. This story will be using She/Her pronouns, meaning the you in this story is female. You have been warned. (If this does well, I may make another CreepyPasta x Reader with the reader being male. 👌) --------------- His name was Toby. He was a generally quiet boy around strangers, but was more than annoying and loud around people he knew. Though, he didn't know very many people other than the people he lived with. Kinda rare for a killer to make friends with someone that wasn't like him. Her name was (Y/N). She was sarcastic and generally grumpy towards everyone. She didn't like where she was in life and didn't even know what she wanted to do with it. This lead to her having a generally boring life. She acted as if death couldn't come soon enough. But, things changed. This wouldn't be much of a story if it would've gone otherwise. What happens after one quick encounter? Eh, guess you'll find out soon enough, right? (Please don't have high expectations for this story, I suck at writing. ;-;)

Tim wright/masky x reader Loosely based off of marble hornets Her life was hardly her own. "Sometimes, I get so lost in my fantasies that I forget what is real..." 20 parts so far. Ongoing

２ ｗｅｅｋｓ. １４ ｄａｙｓ. ☁︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙. ☁︎ "Let me go." She struggled against his grip, as he had his arms tightly crossed around hers with her hands to her shoulders. "No." He whispered into her ear, pressing his chin against her shoulder to get his grip around her tighter. "Why not? I don't have a reason to stay." She growled. "And I don't have one to let you go." He whispered. ☁︎ 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓣𝓸 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 by your local anti-social

//CONTAINS CURSING AND SEXUAL CONTENT// Hope you like (Wasted a lot of time on this)

Someone has recently been leaving notes in your room. Who is your stalker, and why are they stalking you? Is it safe to write back?

(Y/N) found herself in a wrecked laboratory, surrounded by corpses, and no memory of what happened. She told herself she was a monster. That no one would ever love her.... .... Or so she thought.....

One shots!!! Jeff-ej-lj-ben-dark-slender/brothers-smile-jane-toby-masky-hoodie-clocky- or other creeps! I'll try to do everyone If you have an request please do say it in the comments or sent me an messenger ～☆ If you want it in an specific language then I'll also do it ♡ -xxx Owl~senpai☆～（ゝ。∂） I DO NOT OWN THE CREEPYPASTA OR YOU(ㆁᴗㆁ✿)