*COMPLETED* All Dark and Anti do is bicker and fight with each other recently. One night Dark can't take it anymore and storms out of the house looking for some easy prey. He stumbles upon a man killing his wife then trying to kill his young daughter y/n. Dark bursts in saves y/n, and kills the man or so he thinks... Anti and Dark decide to raise y/n as their own daughter. There's just one problem, Dark didn't kill the man like he first thought and now his face is plastered all over the news for kidnapping. y/n helps bring Anti and Dark closer together and the fighting stops. But throw in other egos, a demon killing cult and a disapproving Markiplier and their semi-normal lives will be flipped upside down. But for better or for worse?

The quiet, to be feared, number one proxy, Masky has been struggling with his sexuality for years now, and it's taking a toll on his health. He is greatly looking forward to the annual creepypasta vacation with his best friend Hoodie until Slenderman demands he stay and train his own personal pain in the arse... Fellow co-worker of 17, Toby, to the utter joy (sarcasm) of the 26 year old man. But what do they say? Time flies when you're having fun.

"What's your name?" "T-Toby." Toby is a boy who isn't exactly right. He can't feel pain and he has uncontrollable twitches and tics. His bullying caused him to be hollow and stiff. After murdering his father and catching his own neighborhood on fire, he fled and was abducted by a mysterious tall creature with a pure white face. Toby kills innocent people with one slash of his axe and he doesn't feel remorse. No more nice Toby... "No...more..."

hope you like it

dont you agree? no? i dont really care. sorry. sorta.. (read with an open mind c: )

I'm just pairing two of my favourite Creepypastas together. Don't like them? Then don't read this story. Oh, and if you like Clockwork, don't read this story too.

A story about a boy. And you. Read on to find out more!

When I was living with my grandparents, there was this man who was robbing the house. They must have not known I was there because they never found me. Only my grandparents when they left with what they came for, a man showed up and told me to trust him. So I did. He took me to his home he said his name is Dark and that he has brothers and that the one he lives with is named Mark. They are both nice I love living here although, some of his brothers don't like that he took me in.