"AHHHHH!" You screamed as you fell "THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA!" You see light as you keep falling and soon find yourself being launched in the air. You thankfully grab onto a branch still holding onto the bag of items. You look down and gulp. "What now?" You growled looking for a way down to the dirt without falling back into the pit. There was no way back down other then falling into the pit again. WARNING- self harm, harsh language, gore and blood will be in this story!

Being in the mansion is tough, ben being a pervert, jeff being a cry baby about losing, and the MISSIONS but when a friend you haven't seen comes along...the world changes and things don't seem that bad until later on

(Y/n) is a normal child, except for taking care of her sick mother. though she tries her hardest to keep everything under controlled. She ends up losing everything to a psycho killer, what will happen to her.

(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)

What will happen when you meet Toby Rogers? You read that right! The Toby Rogers, better known as Ticci Toby, a very well known killer. Will you geek out? Will you get killed? Will you fall in love? Or will you hate him? Find out in this adventurous fanfiction! {I do NOT own any of the creepypastas, nor do I own you my darling reader:) I only own OCs×× I did not draw the cover art either, but who ever did is a great artist☆} the story is complete... for now xoxo - shadow korosu

Slendy needs more Creepypastas. So he takes Splendy's advice and makes a summer camp to train some chosen kids to become Creepypastas. He sends out letters to the chosen kids to tell them that they have been chosen. You live with your little brother and abusive father. What happens when you get one of the letters and you have to go to Camp Creepypasta. I don't own the Creepypastas or the pictures (unless I draw them).

Unfortunately Tobias Rogers needs help, and your the only one who can help him. But that doesn't mean either of you will enjoy your time spent together. Will you be able to get over your dislike and realize your true feelings? Ticci Toby X Reader

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

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

"Cmon. Don't say you've never done this before." "No Jack, I've never wanted to kill my self by rolling off a hill." ........ As I came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, leaves covered my vision. Jack was the one to take them off. At that moment I seemed to forget everything he was. Like I was being blinded by the October leaves. I am not the artist. I found it on Google. All credit to the artist if you know who it is. Bc God knows I'm bad at drawing.