An assortment of oneshots featuring Ticci Toby and Masky. Includes dark Toby, poptarts, and injured Toby. I would strongly recommend you to read this. I own the cover. Requests are open!

I've heard of this doctor named Smiley. People say when you're sick, don't get caught by him. But I on the other hand, wanted to get caught by this Smiley doctor. I wanted him to know that he's met his Match.

The quiet, to be feared, number one proxy, Masky has been struggling with his sexuality for years now, and it's taking a toll on his health. He is greatly looking forward to the annual creepypasta vacation with his best friend Hoodie until Slenderman demands he stay and train his own personal pain in the arse... Fellow co-worker of 17, Toby, to the utter joy (sarcasm) of the 26 year old man. But what do they say? Time flies when you're having fun.

You had just gotten your drivers license and was driving home from a long trip. You were alone. It was midnight and the sky was full of stars. While your driving your car spins out of control. It stops so you get out of the car. You look at the tire and it is flat, with no sign of air inside. You look closer and you realize the tire was popped by a kitchen knife... "Hello." A voice chuckled in the shadows.