"In order to make sure that the creepypasta's do their best at their jobs, Slenderman has one rule. You can't fall in love or be in a relationship... But what happens when Toby Rogers falls for his victim..?" This is my first fanfic so feel free to drop tips to help me out with stories in the comments below! WARNING: CONTAINS LEMON AND MANY SWEAR WORDS

The goggles blinding your view sends fear tickling down your spine. The mouth guard mimics a smile worth a thousand words. This threat is here to kill you. Although you want to welcome it with open arms, the one in front of you still scares you. More neck turns, although now it sounds like it's the cracking of a neck rather than swift head turns. Each click makes you push further back into the arm gripping your side.... DISCLAIMERS : -Toby is not dialogued in accordance to his ticks, but stutters and stumbling over words are mentioned! It's just a lot to put in and I want my readers to be focused on the plot rather than his Tourette's. -if you aren't comfortable with many scenarios that involve injury or sensitive thoughts or cursing, please read at your own risk. the point is for fun, and I don't want to trigger anything for my readers :( -I drew the cover :) but it was when I had my old username and i'm definitely not redrawing that LOL

Horrible. That's the one word that a 16 year old girl named (Y/n) used to describe her day. The depressing and suicidal thoughts, alcoholic parents, abusive brother, and annoying sister were always there. So were her illnesses. She didn't know her limits, because she didn't feel the pain, and the torture because she has Tourettes Syndrome. Maybe that will all change on her sister's birthday.

𝘐𝘯 2013, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘛𝘰𝘣𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪... 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚... I'm not gonna so a TW because you should know what you're getting into if you're reading the damn thing. Anyways, I've been thinking of writing this for months now and I'm finally going to do it. There may or may not be a little 🍋 in this... I'll try to update it at least once a week, but during the summer I'll get to write at least once every couple days. Enjoy <3 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ૮₍'｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡₎ა ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა ૮₍ '𖦹 ˕ ×' ₎ა ૮₍ - ⤙ - ₎ა ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Just a simple party with friends can trigger something deep inside of you but this may attract certain attention.

[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