Please Don't Help Me..(Ticci Toby x GN reader)

What is wrong with you? Why are you in love with a hatchet throwing killer? Why does hurting people feel so.. satisfying? And why does this guy GET it?

You did something bad. Really bad. You know it's wrong and it feels wrong but.. something deep inside you likes it. Couldn't you just have a better hobby? No, of course not! Instead your best hobby is murder, which is why now you're in this house full of psychos like you. Maybe that's why you've been hanging out with this one psycho and found him to be pretty interesting as you adjust to a new life as a malevolent entities killer.

Disclaimer! All characters in this are not my own! Each creepypasta or proxy was made by someone else. This is just a story I'm writing. This is just fanfiction for me and anyone who wants to enjoy it! Some people forgot that. If this isn't your thing you are free to click away. Please no hate. This fic is a mix of the best aspects of the pastas or what I find interesting that works for the story narratively and character-wise. Also I shouldn't have to say this bc it's Creepypasta but this obviously has death, murder, violence, cursing, trauma, misplaced morals, manipulation and other bad stuff. Idk why your reading this if your cool with Creepypasta since they're basically synonymous with these things, but if this if not you're thing, again, click away and protect your peace.

(I've been in this fandom so long!! Just got dragged back please send help ToT)