"Tim," I finally spoke, my voice cracking from misuse and my crying. "Tim, I think I did something bad." Tim looked like a deer in headlights at the sound of me finally speaking. "It's okay, baby," he said, dropping the rag and moving so he was directly in front of me. "It's going to be okay." I let out another choked sob as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me as I could. Tim was quivering in my touch as he tried to stay strong. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he mumbled, pressing his face into my hair. "We're going to be okay, yeah?" ----- Dear Diary, What. The. Fuck. You would think the encounters from working at waffle house would be weird enough for a lifetime, but next thing you know, I'm falling head-first in love with three - technically five - men and fighting for my life in a series of trials set up by an eldritch god. I guess normality was never my forte, but this is something else entirely. Let's see how this ends? Creepypasta Proxies [ Ticci Toby, Brian Thomas (Hoodie), Tim Wright (Masky) x OC] Started: June 3rd, 2021 Ended: July 21, 2022 Word Count: 121k

Previously known as Motherf*cker! ⚠️THIS STORY IS 18+ It contains a lot of suggestive language, tense situations, and smut. Please know this if you choose to read! -- When life gives you lemons, you squash those fuckers and move on- -and that's exactly the type of motto that Y/n L/n has adopted. Life has been tough and y/n's had enough of it. Day after day, she watches her old friends from Nockfell spend their days having fun with each other in the best way possible, which just so happens to be in front of millions of people. Her friends are streamers. But her friends have a new addition- some guy called Sally Face. He's the most popular streamer in the group, which also includes Larry, Ash, and Todd. Sally Face is hot. He's mysterious. He's charming. He's funny. He's dark. And the best part? He's a fucking dick. ----- Sal Fisher X fem!reader :P