TW: mentions of murder (obv), slight gore, cringy writing
The night was cold, even the stars seemed to tremble as the fresh air ran across town.
The sounds of droplets hitting the ground echoed through the empty street. Hidden in a corner, squished between two buildings, brown curls emerged from the eerie alley. Toby yawned lazily as he dragged his axe stained by a shiny red liquid.
He huffed, stretching a little before looking up at the sky. If he could feel it, the freezing breeze hitting his face would make him hiss. He could tell it was late, really late. He took a quick glance at his surroundings then at his clothes, stained. He could still hear the gurgle sound of his victim drowning in his own blood. Since the area was pretty calm, he decided that he would take a little walk, to ease his mind a little.
As his feet wandered around, his mind was quick to follow. Something or rather someone began to cross his thoughts. His heart started to beat a little faster as the image of your face started to draw itself in his imagination. Hm. Maybe he should check up on you. It’s been a while since he was gone and you were probably getting worried. He chuckled at the thought of you, worrying about his safety. It’s adorable how you think of him as this innocent boy when in reality, as soon as the moon rises, he was the biggest danger roaming around.
He was quickly stripped out of his little daydream when his eyes spotted a telephone booth. He never takes his phone on missions, so it's not uncommon for him to disappear for a few hours without giving you any sign of life. It would not hurt to give you a call right now. Plus he was really missing your voice. He couldn't help but fantasize about you both, walking the streets at night, he would walk you through the fresh air, show you the beauty of a silent town, how appeasing it is to be the only human awake. He cannot help but smile.
He entered the booth, paid for a call and dialed your number. Surely, you were awake, probably waiting for a text from him. A few seconds later, he was right, you answered. The sound of your voice puts his entire body in a trace. Oh how he loved hearing you. A smile crept on his face. The blood was still drooping from his axe, but the stickiness of the substance staining his clothes and face quickly faded away as words escaped your mouth, dancing through the phone only to snuggle up in his ear, warming his heart instantly. He easily forgot about his harsh life when he interacted with you.
I don’t even know if anybody will see this, but if this post reaches at least one person, hi!
I hope creepypasta fanart is not cringe nowadays, I got this piece done like yesterday, also this is my first ever post on tumblr I wanted to share my art to hopefully get sum feedback idk
I drew Jack in case it was not obvious :p
I’m decently proud of it, I still struggle a lot with drawing humans but oh well if getting obsessed with creepypasta again will motivate me to practice then I’ll do it^^
I don’t really know what to write, I’ll just ramble. If anyone is reading this far, first of all thanks , second of all feel free to suggest any characters that I should draw next. Also I’ve been reading a lot of fan fics recently, especially the knight!toby x reader, I’m obsessed so maybe I’ll draw him next. It’s also inspiring me to get into fan fic writing, maybe I’ll give it a try. If you’re still reading feel free to also suggest a fanfic idea maybe I’ll write a one shot idk.
thanks a lot for reading all of that lol you deserve a cookie lol
anyways I think I’m done rambling, hope someone actually reads or react to my stuff, if not , it’s okay I’ll just continue posting for myself :33
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