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A Ticci Toby x Reader Story. Feel free to leave comments/ suggestions and I hope you guys enjoy my story. *The picture I used for the cover was created by Adhiva-K-I on Deviantart*

This is once another Ticci Toby x Reader, but I will finish this one, with a twist.

(May contain sensitive topics) Things never went as plan as (Y/n) hoped. Her family had dissipated, leaving her with her solemn aunt. There, she was alone and liked it that way. When she had developed bad habits of drinking, she was falling into her crumbling world. When someone pops up in her home, her world flips and tumbles and makes this very perplexed situation. Toby, his name is, popped into her messy life and rearranged everything. As things go, she would be a side-kick almost. Despite his deeds, she felt herself gaining unwanted feelings. *Original cover picture, not mine!* Highest rank: Creepypasta #8 (I hella screamed when i saw that btw)

୨⎯ "Here, Let me help you up."⎯୧ Who knew that the person who was supposedly going to kill her had become such an important role in her life? Starring Y/n as the nobody who is actually really funny when you get to know her. Masky as the kindest mean person Y/n has ever met. [ I wrote this as a very early teenager. This is in no means a good fic. Please read with caution.] 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 '𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞' 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠3 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the creepypastas nor marble hornets. This book is a mere story containing those characters. All rights go to their respective owners. Cover edits by Blxrrii Masky fanart done by dead_ghxsty

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

-X Reader- You meet a boy from your childhood, that has been a stranger for too long. Things between you two change, as you decide to give him a second chance at friendship. New beings beyond human comprehension and dangers arise as you fall into a rabbit hole of monsters and fae. DISCLAIMER: I do not own the story about Ticci Toby, nor do I own his character or the cover art of this book.

This is my first creepypasta story so I hope you little Bolts enjoy ^^ ~~~ What would you do if a man came into your house and offered you a job as a killer? Would you go with him, fall in love with him, and sacrifice everything to keep him? Or would you knee him where the sun don't shine and call the cops? *May include slight lemons*

Love the creepy side of Japan? On the surface, all that people hear about Japan is their rich culture, and how weird some of their customs and inventions are. But aside from that, there is a darker side of Japan, including their unsettling urban legends. From different colored toilet paper to a poem that might curse you, this book will show you many of their urban legends are odd and downright creepy. And trust me, they will also show you yet another example of how weird Japan is. Oh, Japan... how I love you so much. The cover art is by an artist named Takato Yamamoto.

"This is a weird comment." I spoke with a hazy and tired voice as it was reaching 12 at night. "Did you get my Letter?" It said as you read aloud. Raising a questioning eye brow you began to reply. "What letter?" I wrote as the only sound could be heard was the tapping of my fingers on the key board.