The circus tent's spotlights all shone down on me, illuminating the scarlet blood that surrounded my feet and lifeless father that lay on the floor. I held up the bloody knife to my throat and closed my eyes, ready to slice it. Then the screams of the crowd were drowned out. I opened my eyes to see two males standing in front of me. One was very tall, very pale, and had no face. No eyes, no mouth, nothing. The second one stood at around my height, a little taller. He wore a forest green jacket with a dark blue hood, orange goggles, and a mouth guard that hid his lips.
*'Come with me.'* A man's voice said. I looked back up at the faceless man who now held out his hand for me. I didn't have anything better to do, so I took his hand.
The room started to spin immediately.
.:.
My first Wattpad story is a Ticci Toby x OC for my OC, Silent Sadie who likes to sing despite her stitched up lips. Her favorite song is one her sister used to sing to her.
*"Hickory Dickory Dock*
*Mankind is on the clock*
*I greatly fear the end is near*
*Hickory Dickory Dock"*
Rated mature for strong language and detailed violence/gore.
IMPORTANT: I originally wrote this back in 2018 when I was younger and an idiot and sucked badly at writing. It's all toxic fandom stereotypes in this book. You should know ahead of time that this story is gonna suck.
Huge L.
DESC: You're a useless outsider until you get recruited by Slenderman one night. Congrats, you get to be a proxy and live in the Slender Mansion with the creepypastas and have cliché a Creepypasta x reader life! Ughhh.
!𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!
- Y/N, unfortunately, is the overused female lead idiot stupid. (Please feel free to treat Y/N as your preference).
- Ticci Toby is 'sort of' a waffle addict.
- Hoody and Masky are considered Creepypasta/Proxies.
- There's TicciWork (This was old, alright?)
- There's obvious excessive cursing.
- There's obviously cringe (2018 trash.)
- yeah
#1 in boring. Now you know to run...