It was disgusting, his love for you was disgusting. Yet every part of his body wanted all of you. He couldn't stand it, he hated but deeply loved the way you made him feel. He was sick, horrible, and disgusting to even want you. But he couldn't help it, he couldn't help but think about you every second of the day! He promised to devote himself to you... What kind of sick feeling is this? Could it be a killer's wish? Trying to escape from being a proxy and one rainy night meets you. [P.s: all photos and videos belong to their rightful owners! I only made the story. The characters belong to their rightful owners as well. I'm just trying to write a simple fan fiction here guys! Also, please know that creepypasta characters are indeed fictional, please don't do anything stupid because you think they're real.]

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

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

Just a simple party with friends can trigger something deep inside of you but this may attract certain attention.