Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.

Male reader yippie! Ah yes, summer camp. The place your parents send you over the summer to prevent you from rotting in your room. It's all fun, except for the fact odd figures keep appearing in the corner of your eyes that only you seem to be able to see.

"Shit, shit! Why did you stab me!?" I exclaim, laying on the floor with my hand grasping my side, not really putting thought into what I'm saying anymore. "Well what did you think I came here to do!?" He still has his knife out, pointed out towards me. I grab the closest object and hold it out in front of me, this just so happens to be a can of hairspray. "No, you stay back there, I don't want you doing any more damage than you've already done." He falters for a second and stares at the can of hairspray before looking back at me, "I am a murderer, this is my job...you know what this is just getting annoying." - An 18yr old serial killer under the name of "Jeff The Killer" has been tormenting a small town in southern Mississippi for around a month now. He didn't know why he decided to target this town, he just needed to blow off some steam. He didn't want to be controlled anymore, he needed something different. When he meets (Y/n), and fails to kill him, will he actually find someone that understands him? (Y/n), also 18yrs old, is stuck in a house with an emotionally and physically abusive step sister, an avoidant step brother, a Dad who seemed to care more about his work and social status then his son, and a distant step mother. On the outside he looks perfect, he seems to have everything handed to him. On the inside though, however much he may think he's a saint, it's all a ruse to hide his homicidal thoughts. He prays for something new, something that will save him from the drone of life. However the way that prayer is answered might not be what he intended, but what he needs. (a/n): The version of this story with my own oc is on Ao3. ⚠️Will include violent scenes ⚠️ Tw: slurs cover art by shatteredankles on instagram

𝑨𝒏 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏, 𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒅𝒅, 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒚𝒔... Star, comment, read, and share for more content 💖🥺 Sry if I don't get bro's lore 100% accurate... I tried my best... 🥺🥺🥺

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱... 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳t. You're a lonely burnt out writer who can't find the ending to the novel you're writing, but when an unstable man comes to your front door step, but it turns out he's not who he says he is. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴. I finally made a ticci toby x male fanfiction. btw this is when toby is 30 and I TRIED TO STICK TO CANON. 👍 I just write off the top of my head and hope it ends well, so hopefully the plot goes hard. Also I want to mention that this probably won't be a very healthy relationship, and it's somewhere between gay and bromance, so you decide. (Go check out my other posts and consider following for more, hehe)

(✔️finished) They met in a grocery store. she accidentally hit him with a coke and then didn't stop talking. but will they meet again and what happens if she finds out about his true identity? Only one way to find out ;) pronouns of y/n are she/her but the gender doesn't affect the story so it can still be read if you use other pronouns (if you don't mind reading she/her)