[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

ఌ❦꧁𝐘𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧,𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩.꧂❦ఌ 𝐏𝐒: 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 ------------------------- Cringe warn

Basically, you're 18. You were homeschooled your entire life but you were fine with that, you preferred to be alone. Your parents never cared to spend time with you and they neglected you which was part of the reason you were so used to being alone. You loved creepypastas and read them whenever your parents would neglect you. One night, when you snuck out of the house and towards the lake to go clear your mind, some girls pushed you in and you almost drowned but you were saved by who you thought was a fictional character. Then, you receive a letter, telling you about a camp that was perfect for you. You went and even made some friends, but more and more happens and everything keeps getting worse. You need to try and fix things before things spiral beyond your control, There has to be a way to stop this, right? Read the story to find out what happens! -------- « Book Status: COMPLETE » completed on 03/11/2020 This is a series of books, this book is the first thus why it says 'BOOK 1' in the title. The second book and the rest of them will be on my profile. - BOOKS OUT SO FAR: 2/7 [ also, this is a Marble Hornets and Creepypasta crossover, so expect some Marble Hornets related chapters :) ] [ cover art by Lynnarty ] (!) [TW/CW: strong language, self-harm, suicide, drugs, described gore, long mf chapters lmao] (!) All your support truly means a lot to me! -------- Rankings: hoodieandmasky - #1 ! [wOW] hoodieandmasky - #4 😔 Creepypasta - #595 ouch :,( hoodieandmasky- #3 👀 Creepypasta - #820 seriously- hoodieandmasky- #3 👁-👁 hoodieandmasky - #2 ! Toby - #148 hoodieandmasky - #326 (HOW THE FU-) Toby - #114 :D ticcitobyxreader - #5 ! proxy - #1 ! proxies - #1 !✨ creepypasta - #279 sally williams - #1 (why tho lmao she's like not mentioned once i don't think) creepypasta - #592 toby - #23 :)

Y/n was new in school until she meets someone who is now her closest friends, but soon later they both started to develop feelings for each other, but soon enough Toby had to be home schooled due to physical violence at school of him getting bullied...afterwards something happened...now he doesn't talk often and y/n hasn't heard from him ever since...

I AM ONLY KEEPING THIS UP BECAUSE OF HOW POPULAR IT GOT, I DO NOT SUPPORT WILBUR ANYMORE You and your little brother Ranboo live together, you take care of him. You both are minecraft streamers and are both on the Dream SMP, none of your fans know you're siblings though. You and Wilbur are ENEMIES on the Dream SMP, and you guys don't get along real life. Soon, everyone in the Dream SMP decided to meet up to go to an Airbnb for the summer. I wonder how you and Wilbur will get along. . .