This will contain some smut, this story does not consist of what you would normally read from the other stories.

Toby is broken he hides it so no one see his scars on his legs and arms He's not happy No One wants him around He's dying The book contains *SUICIDE *CUTTING *SWEARING And more. Enjoy

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.

***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...