Y/N works at a 24/7 diner. That is until one day, during her night shift, they get some unwanted customers. What happens when a certain delusional murderer decides to keep her instead of shoving a hatchet through her head? This story has been discontinued for now. Warning: Mature content. More information inside. Credits I don't own Ticci Toby, Hoodie, Masky or any of the Creepypastas mentioned in this book. I only own the story. The cover is an edit I made, but the art is not mine. All credits go to the author.

Will contain dark themes, swearing, adult themes but don't worry I won't take it too far (until the part twos). Just a few short drabbles. Will feature JTK, Ben Drowned, EJ, LJ, Masky, Hoodie, Ticci Toby, Puppeteer, Bloddy Painter, Homicidal Liu, Dark Link, Slenderman and Lost Silver . READ THE INTRODUCTION OR YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND! This is from my quotev account so don't steal or I will seriously hunt you down

***This story is told completely through Toby's POV*** My life has stopped... I was supposed to keep training. I was supposed to keep developing the skills that it took to be the slenderman's proxy. I was supposed to be there for Sally when she couldn't sleep. I was supposed to be between Jeff and Ben while they tried to show me a movie I could never sit still long enough for. I was supposed to be standing in front of Masky while he yelled at me about my carelessness. I was supposed to be there to receive Hoodie's reassuring smile. I was supposed to be with them... but I'm not. Something horrible happened to me...

Caroline finally gets the chance to start her new job as a young psychologist for the sick and demented. She begins with a young man who goes by "Ticci Toby" who is locked up for his mental health and his sickening hobby of killing. After her meeting with him, it isn't long when she finds out that he escaped his cell and manage trapped her and the rest of the sane for play time. With little time she has, Caroline must escape the asylum alive or become Toby's new play toy. Art belongs to DeviantArt User: Amne-chan ***Editing when finished*** DO NOT STEAL ANY IDEAS FROM THIS STORY WITHOUT PERMISSION

❝ 𝗗𝘂𝗱𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂? ❞ ❝ 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱: 𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀. ❞ ❝ 𝗢𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗚𝗼𝗱! 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱! ❞ ✧ ✦ ✧『✘』✧ ✦ ✧ Life sucks and we all know it. Mine just is a bit suckier than most. You see, most people don't live with or around 10+ serial killers. One, maybe, if they're unlucky enough, but never more. God must've thought himself a jester to bestow upon me the gift of life only to take away my freedom of choice. 《 ✦ ✧ ✦ TRIGGER WARNING ✦ ✧ ✦ 》 ╰┈➤ Descriptive gore ╰┈➤ Homicide ╰┈➤ Suicide ╰┈➤ Swearing ╰┈➤ Physical, mental, emotional, & sexual abuse ╰┈➤ Kidnapping ╰┈➤ Rape ╰┈➤ Sexual harassment ╰┈➤ Dark humor 《 This list is incomplete and will be updated as I write 》 《 This fanfiction mixes Marble Hornets and Creepypasta. By technicality, they're 2 separate fandoms, but they've kinda blended together over time 》

(Y/n)'s life is going great until one day, she is told she will be participating in a school field trip that not everyone can go. She soon discovers she is not as lucky as she thought. Disclaimer, I don't own the images shown in the chapters, as well as the creepypastas or you, the only thing I own is the plot, and the characters I create.

You're done with your life. In an attempt to escape from it, you decide to wander off into the woods. But will this solve anything? Or will it make everything even worse? You're found by the Slenderman, who agreed to let his minions play a little game with you. --- All the Creepypasta's mentioned belong to their rightful owners/creators. You belong to yourself (I hope O.o) Might contain some gore, language or sensitive topics. --- This is like, the first time I have enough confidence to put a story online. If you like my story, please vote & comment ? I hope you guys enjoy this fanfic!