Breaking up with someone who you known for a while can be hard. But with all this pressure of a love triangle is harder. Can you handle it all? Or will it go down to death?

13 chances 13 chances to kill her 13 chances to live. 13 Just 13 ???: "Time to Go To Sleep, little kitten..." Twelve to ten. Nine to seven. Six to four. Three to one. One... He's here to save the day, like a knight in shining armor. He won't let you die... Tick Tock... Tick Tock... *crack* ~~~ The Basics: YFN = Your First Name YMN = Your Middle Name (if you have one) YLN = Your Last Name SC = Skin Color EC = Eye Color HC = Hair Color HL = Hair Length HT = Hair Type (curls, straight, waves, etc) FC = Favorite Color SFC = Second Favorite Color MN = Mother's Name FN = Father's Name This story is written by Catastrophe.

•Ticci Toby- A wanted serial killer on the run. •(Y/n) (L/n) - A wanted girl running away from home. •What happens when the two cross paths and fall in love? Read to find out. - I do not own the character Ticci Toby

Sixteen year old y/n stood in front of her parents now bloody corpses. She began to chuckle. "I'm finally rid of them.." He murmured. She could feel a battle for her sanity going on inside her head. Part of her wanted to scream and cry.. Part of her wanted to laugh. She chose that. She laughed, Insanity dripping from her very core. She calmed herself, and looked at the knife in her hand. The sound of glass shattering sounded throughout the house, setting off a red light in y/n's head. She whipped around and swung her arms limply a her sides.. Still giggling quietly. Ever so slowly growing in volume. The hooded figure stood up. She took a step closer to it. The figure held its hands out in innocence and pulled its hood back, revealing a boy's face, around seventeen, he wore a mouth guard with a simply horrific sadistic smile and orange goggles. Brown curry hair framed his face. He spoke softly, as if she was a wild animal, and he was not to startle it. "I'm not going to hurt you." She tilted her head, and asked, "Who are you.." "I'm Toby," the boy claimed "ticci Toby" Y/n's curiosity was peeked "Well.. Toby." She said "what do you want?" "For you to join me," he proposed, extending a Twitching arm "for you to serve slenderman with me" She looked at the boy. Then to his hand. She raised her own, and placed it softly in his. He smiled under the mouth guard.

so... this is basically a rewrite of my other book (tittles the same) because I cannot stand how it sounds and I'm hoping this'll help get my writing flowing.

This is once another Ticci Toby x Reader, but I will finish this one, with a twist.

Highest rankings: #1 on creepypastaxreader #1 on creepypasta When Y/N L/N accidentally gets added onto a groupchat of absolute imbeciles, she, an idiot, decides to continue to talk to these "angsty teens". Unbeknownst to her, they kinda do be killing doe. 😳👀 This is inspired by many texting fanfics I've read! I forgot most of their names but whatEVER. I think you can find one of them on Quotev, I think it's called "Messages", i don't know I haven't read all of it yet but it's so far a masterpiece full of memes. I can probably update a lot cause sis is homeschooled, yolo. I do have a schedule tho, so give me some patience. And yes I am weird asf and kinda dumb 🤭 typical homeschool stereotype, don't bully me. Also I'm not a big fan of cussing but if a bunch of rebellious serial killers don't cuss then what are they? Sorry if I mess up your Christian vibes ✋😔 (I'm kinda a Christian too actually- if I say the F word I probably misspelled or something.) Enjoy, hoe. 👁👄👁 -Yourlocalcrackhead

A normal dawn turns into a crucial kidnapping by the one and only, Tobias Rogers. Afterwards you raise a bunch of red flags that soon uncover your past. ------------------ Send me a message if you know the covers author. highest ranking in tags is; Ticcitobyxreader- #1 creepypastaxreader- #1 creepypasta- #69 ticcitoby- #205 creepypastaboyfriendscenerios- #6 ticcitobyxreader- #1 skittles- #4 tea- #27

Ticci-Toby fanfic for all you Creepy Pasta lovers out there! Edit 11/13/2020- plz give me some slack I wrote this in 2014 when I was 13 dear GOD

Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.