#creepypsta

[red-the-ghost]

Tim/Masky x reader! Seeing his face for the first time :)

It had been a few months of you living in the mansion with everyone. You were mainly paired with Tim for most of your tasks/ missions and today was no different. You’d noticed something about Tim.. you’d never actually seen his face. You got along quite well with him and you imagined you were quite close to him (well as close as he’d let you) and you were actually starting to like Tim, his voice, his mannerisms, his personality, even his hair which sometimes hung over his mask, adding strings of colour to its monochrome design. There was so much you found fascinating about him but the most peculiar thing that you found was that he never took his mask of Infront of you, in fact you can’t remember him having it off at all, was he scared? Ugly? Scarred? Insecure? So many questioned flooded your mind but you were too nervous to ask.

You were on a mission with Tim, a quick run by an abandoned building not too far from the mansion. Slender had sensed that zalgos proxies had been lurking around there and he wanted you two to check it out. You both stumbled into the building. Your eyes were fixated on Tim- watching as his hands flexed towards his weapon anytime an unfamiliar creek or noise echoed within the structure. You held onto one of your knives, keeping yourself on guard. Every now and then as you passed through the infrastructure of the house you would try and catch a glance at Tim. It was strange when you looked at him, you can hardly tell his expression or what he’s feeling- you hated that- you just wished he’d let you in, let you be part of his life enough to show you what he’s feeling. It felt like he knew you better than you knew him. He could see what you were feeling- he could tell what emotion draped across your face and he could tell what you were thinking by just looking into your eyes. And you absolutely envied that you couldn’t do this to him.

A floorboard shrieked from upstairs and Tim stopped in his tracks, lifting his arm to stop you from walking. You froze. A inhuman noise screeched from above the stairs, in response you grabbed Tim’s arm and he turned to look at you, you shook your head, a silent ‘no.’ Whatever was up those stairs was likely put there by Zalgo and you did not want to find out what it was. Tim let his shoulders drop, and he shook his head in agreement. As you both attempted to creep back to the entrance, a voice caught you off guard “going so soon?” One of Zalgos proxies loomed in a doorway behind you, Without hesitation Tim grabbed your wrist and rushed to the door, pulling you both outside. When loud crashing and screeching flooded your ears from behind Tim’s grasp on your wrist tightened, although you couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling, this simple action reassured you he was not willing to loose you. Catching on you quickened your pace, following him. “We need to fucking hide!” He called trying to make sense of the situation. “We can’t lead that thing back home.” Home, funny thing, this is the first time you’d ever heard him call the mansion home. You agreed and followed him, rushing through the forest, manic laughter following you not far behind. Tim grabbed you to hide behind a row of trees, he shoved his back against the bark and pulled you backwards into him, placing his hand over your mouth in a futile attempt to quiet your breathing. Somehow he knew about your anxiety, and i guess this was his way of trying to help bury any chance of a panic attack. A few moments of deafening silence filled the forest before a hang grabbed onto tim and flung him out into the open. Upon getting grabbed he dropped his hand and yelled for you to run, but without hesitation you reached for one of your knives and threw it- aiming for whatever sick fuck was chasing you both. You were trained for situations like this. Jeff had taught you most of what you know now and without him youd probably not be able to win a fight. The proxy dropped backwards groaning in pain, your knife lodged in his throat. Tim took his chance. In a swift motion he grabbed his gun and shot out 3 bullets towards the proxy before charging for you, pulling your wrist once more and darting further into the woods. After what felt like an eternity of running you spotted something in the distance. “Here!!” You called pointing at another old building. It appeared to be some sort of cabin, you both ran until you reached the entrance, Tim rushed you inside and slammed the door behind him, finding a chair and blocking the door. You could tell he was angry at you for not following his orders and running- but a part of him was grateful for you saving his ass.

You let yourself drop against a wall panting for breath. You turned to Tim, his arms were pressed against the door holding him upright. He wasn’t wearing his jacket due to the heat, instead he wore his plaited red shirt, rolled to the forearms. He pulled the mask from his face and threw it on the floor, gasping, trying to regain oxygen in his lungs. “fuck” he murmured. You stared at him. His hair was grazing over parts of his face so his eyes weren’t fully visible to you; you could make out the colour of his eyes though, they were a blend of coffee and almonds, though they were accompanied with slight eye bags. A natural reaction to lack of sleep and stress. His sideburns draped almost perfectly down his face, shaping his structure. “Holy shit” the words escaped your mouth before you could even think, your speech was still breathy and shaky trying to rebalance your respiratory system. Tim turned his head to face you before lifting a hand and pushing the hair from his face, “what?” He began “are they here?” He questioned presuming you were looking out the window to your left. “Youre fucking beautiful” you were now not thinking at all, your mind was just frozen on his face, you were tracing every inch of his face engraving it in your brain he was like a piece of art that you never wanted to forget. You swear you could see the corners of his mouth flicker upwards before he ducked his head back down towards the floor, hiding whatever expression he was letting escape

“Not exactly the best timing for this” his voice is flat, once again hiding any emotions he may be feeling. You’re about to apologise but he speaks again, “thank you though” you were smiling now, a big stupid smile and for a few moments you just stand there. You examine him and his body. You watch as his chest moves up and down as he breathes and you watch his eyes dart away nervously whenever he grew the courage to look at you. After a few minutes of no noise or action from outside you approach him. He drops his right arm, allowing you to step in front of him, your back almost touching the door. “Seriously though” you start, taking your right hand and tilting Tim’s face towards yours. At first you see his cheeks redden as blood rushes to his face, his behaviour startled you. You were use to tim being more confident and in charge- you’d never seen his shy or embarrassed side before. Was he flustered? your eyes began flicking between every inch of his face- taking in the features of the man you were falling for all over again. “Fucking hell dude” you manage to say, tracing your hand along his jawline. His breath hitches and his face slightly jolts. His eyes frantically meet yours. You were about to stop but to your surprise his eyes softened and his breath steadied so you continued, brushing your fingers over his sideburns before reaching his hair, you pause for another moment but he lowered his head slightly, forcing your fingers into his hair. You begin to brush your hand through his hair enjoying the softness of it, before bringing your fingers down to his neck, following the flow of his hair then trailing them down to the base of his neck. Goosebumps began to form upon his skin beneath your touch and you became so bewildered at this new power you held over him. Sure he was stronger, more confident, more assertive and sure he could beat you and most others at nearly anything, but only you could make him buckle beneath your touch, only you could temporarily melt away his fears with just the stroke of your fingers. He looks at you, his eyes now pleading for your touch, begging for your affection. He’d always been so intimidating, so dominate, so assertive. But here, within your reach, he’d melted into someone touch-starved and small. It hurt slightly knowing this was all an effect to his trauma, but you felt hopeful to help him in any way you could. His eyes lock with yours and you feel yourself become heavy, your knees feel like they’re giving way and your heart starts racing.

Tim takes your right hand again and brings it back up to his face as you lift your left hand and hold it on his shoulder mainly to better hold yourself upright. “I think you’re fucking beautiful too” he says, his flat tone now gone, instead a more emotive tone hummed in your ears. He brings a shaky hand to your face and starts slowly tracing your features copying your touch back to you, trailing to your lips and brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. He moved closer, tilting his head and planting a kiss upon your lips. For a moment you were startled, but you soon melted and kissed him back. His left hand remained on your face whilst his right hand pulled you closer by your waist. You pulled away from the kiss, Tim’s eyes met yours, he looked sad about the absence of your lips on his but his expression soon fades as you pulled him in and hugged him. A hug that actually ment something. A hug that was designed for comfort. You gripped him hard and refused to let go. Your face was nestled over his shirt but still in the crook of his neck. “Thank you” he began, holding on to you, wanting the hug to last forever. His words replayed in your mind. But before you could reply a loud call came from the woods. The thing was close. “Shit we’ve got to go.” He turned to search for another exit. You bent down to pick up his mask and you held it out to him. He placed it over his face and you couldn’t help but feel relatively saddened by the loss of his features.

“Thanks”

“no problem, now Tim let’s go I really don’t want to die right now.”

[fandomfollowerart]

I have no motivation to draw something-

But...

HAPPY CREEPYPASTA DAY!

[iremelwrites]

(This is a repost from my main blog)

I have been in the creepypasta fandom since 2014 and, ngl, the main focus of my interest in the fandom was none other than Jeff the Killer (I used to be one of those stereotypical emo 12-year old kids, leave me alone w my cringy past). As I got older, though, I began to look into the specific details of the personality and backstory of this character and I think that at this point I have fleshed out my version of Jeff enough in my head, so it’s time to share some of my ideas on here.

First of all, I believe that Jeff displays more signs of sociopathy than of psychopathy (psychopaths are most likely to be very organized and calculating when it comes to their behavior, while sociopaths act spontaneously, rarely thinking about the consequences of their actions. Sociopaths may be easily frustrated and quick to display anger.) It’s a relatively more plausible theory since Jeff displays signs of easily sparked agitation throughout the story, like not wanting to go to Billy’s party. When he attacked Randy and his friends at the bus stop, when he defended himself at Billy’s party, when he cut his face and murdered his family he acted on impulse, though he did rethink it later.

Speaking of his parents: I wholeheartedly believe that Jeff and Liu’s parents were abusive and manipulative ( @spookyspaghetti-hcs went into WAY more detail on this topic, and i actually started thinking more into it after reading their post). Jeff’s mother doesn’t seem to care about his or his brother’s feelings, nor is she willing to take their opinions into consideration when making decisions about even the smallest of things, like introducing them to the neighbors. Jeff and Liu probably moved to this new town against their will, too. Margaret doesn’t defend them when the police come to their door either, she instantly sides with the officer, while any normal mother would at least try to defend her children. She just lets her teenage kid be taken to juvenile detention without demanding any more evidence that he’s actually guilty. She doesn’t try to console Jeff after Liu was taken to jail either: she deadass left her emotionally unstable thirteen-year-old son alone for an entire hour after he had his brother taken away. The only time Margaret actually acts like a decent mother is when she visits Jeff in the hospital after the fight. Perhaps she really was worried (I know people who come from abusive families and they say that their parents genuinely usually got worried whenever they got seriously sick or injured. I think that going to the hospital with severe burns fits into this category), or maybe she was just putting on a mask of a “good mother” in front of the doctors. We’ll never know for sure, but I’m leaning more towards the first one.

I also believe that Margaret has some obsessive disorder of her own, as it’s obvious that she’s trying to make her family look perfect, in all meanings of the word. Only the emotional aspect of this is mentioned in the story, but I’m 100% convinced that she also obsessed over the physical appearance of herself, her husband, and her kids. This is probably why she reacted so strongly when she saw Jeff’s face after the incident, and one of the reasons why she wanted to get the gun after he carved a smile into his face: she understood that Jeff was never going to be accepted in society with a physical appearance like that and she didn’t want to be associated with someone like him, even if that someone is her own son. Her request is incredibly abnormal, as a mother’s reaction to seeing her son disfiguring himself (and, most importantly, losing a huge amount of blood) should be an attempt to help or at least reason with him. Instead of that, she decided that the only way to deal with the problem was shooting and killing her own son. In a way, Jeff’s murder of his parents can be seen as self-defense, as they really did plan on harming him. (Even with the original story’s bad writing, it conveys that Margaret is an incredibly shitty mother pretty well).

I do find the canon’s take on Jeff’s age interesting because, in theory, it could happen. A thirteen year old who is just entering their teenage years is more likely to commit acts on impulse without thinking about the consequences than, say, a seventeen year old. A mentally ill and traumatized child with abusive, neglectful parents was theoretically capable of causing harm to himself and his parents because he didn’t know any better. Jeff was in a state of affect while his parents were in shock which is probably why he overpowered them. What doesn’t add up for me, though, is why all of this gang activity happened in the first place. Doesn’t the story mention that the neighborhood the family moved into was a nice one? Does juvenile delinquency usually occur in nice neighborhoods? This fact irritates me.

The eyelids things never made sense to me either. If Jeff really had cut them off, he would go blind instantly, and even if he survived the huge amount of blood loss, his eyes would get infected. I stick to the theory that he just burned them to his browbone, but they came off during that same night.

Honestly, the original story has so many plot holes and doesn’t give fans anything to work with, so everyone in the fandom has their own versions of the character. Though I do think that Jeff’s story could have been written so much better.

[friedfandombrain]

She's supposed to be the daughter of Eyeless Jack and Nina the Killer in the time I used to read creepypasta like...everyday, the bad thing is, I don't remember her name. I wrote it somewhere but don't know where does anyone has any idea?

[red-the-ghost]

(Submission Below)

Toby x Reader

I was wondering if you could do a Tobias/Toby x Reader, kind of like an enemies to lovers where Toby and the reader have a mutual friend?

Reader doesn't like Toby because he's taking their best friend from them, but Toby thinks that they're a bad influence. At some point, the two get into an argument and reader leaves/ghosts everything. Reader isn't doing so well w/o their best friend because they were the only one in reader's life, and Toby notices that their friend doesn't know what to do without the reader.

Toby and reader agree to act like friends, and end up falling for each other at some point.

(This could be a series or a single post, your choice <33)

Ticci Toby X Reader (1/3)

Enemies to lovers version <3

Whilst settling in at the mansion you managed to make a few friends however you mainly stuck by ‘the proxy trio’ well, now there were four of you. Originally when you arrived there was only tim and Brian there. You enjoyed Tim’s hard exterior, the great facade he shows to anyone he meets and you loved his softer personality that he lets you and Brian see when you guys are alone. You equally enjoyed Brian’s gentle personality, his giddy ideas and carefree attitude. To be honest you didn’t even know toby existed. Apparently, he was away On a long mission and oh boy did he make a scene when he came home. At first he was excited to see a new proxy or member, you can vividly recall seeing him bounce up and down much like a hyper child, his brown hair bouncing with him, a huge stupid grin covering his face, his wholesome eyes searching and scouring you trying to determine how good of friends you’d be. But his whole demeanour changed when he found out how close you had become with Tim and Brian. He felt defensive and all the while jealous, he constantly shoved in your face how long he’d known them both or how many great memories they’d had together. Once this behaviour started to show through you took a dislike towards him, really there wasn’t anything to really hate about him, if anything you actually enjoyed his company and bubbly behaviour when around others, but his jealousy and slightly arrogant behaviour struck you in the wrong way. He would make comments that stuck you more as an attack rather than a joke, he would constantly ‘flirt’ with you by saying the weirdest of things. He would often loose himself when having to talk to you- he’d become meaner or more distant, often times he just ignored you and after a while you decided to ignore him too. For the next few weeks life went pretty smoothly, well, as smooth as it could go. You kept to yourself and only really lightened up around tim and Brian, however your guard would instantly raise around toby. You wouldn’t let him in and you didn’t want to try to like him, though things began to crack when not only Tim but Brian started to see this conflicting behaviour between you and Toby. Eventually Brian pulled you to one side whilst Tim seemed to have a similar conversation with Toby across the room. His attitude towards you wasn’t as usual, he was more stern and more concerned- with just the look in his eyes you felt regret and remorse all at once. You felt bad about the situation and you didn’t realise what strain you and Toby were putting on the group. “Look, we care about you, we do. But, I mean, come on, what’s with this silly feud with you and Toby? You guys are constantly battling over mine and Tim’s attention and it’s not healthy. I know he might have made a bad first impression on you but.. I think he could really use someone like you in his life” you couldn’t help but laugh. A shameful laugh. A laugh that made you slam a hand over your mouth to stop yourself. “Someone like me? I can never get a word in around toby. He’s the most positive fucking guy here, what the hell would I do for him?” Your tone came across more snappy and condescending than intended and you did feel bad for Brian having to hear it. “Look, you haven’t seen Toby alone alright?” But before you could question the very essence or meaning of Brian’s statement he walked away towards Tim. Tim was now standing alone, toby must have stormed out or something, you didn’t miss his absence though. Instead you just wandered outside to join everyone else. It was a decent summer day so most of the proxies were outside playing games or just hanging around before going out on jobs.

You found a nice spot sat against a tree, shaded, not too far away from the mansion. You got a pretty good view of everyone outside without having to join in on conversation. Your eyes wandered the scene setting on whoever caught your eye: Jane was sunbathing whilst Sally laid next to her scribbling away in a colouring book Ben stole for her, liu was sat on a chair being bugged by Nina to take his scarf off- it was way too warm and people were getting worried for him. Then your eyes settled on Toby. He was alone. Sat on the floor with his back pressed against the wall of the mansion, one of his legs was brought up, allowing him to bury his face, leading you unable to tell if he was crying or not, every few minutes he would look up as if he wanted to join everyone, he’d tick a few times but ultimately lay his head back down. You felt bad. A part of you deep down felt bad to see him like this, is this what Brian had meant? A figure approached toby and a foot kicked his leg. Tim’s foot. It was as if a switch has clicked in his head, he darted up and jumped about, wailing his arms around as if he was telling a story, his smile beamed across his face once more as his shaggy hair bounced around his face mirroring his bodies actions and for a moment you forgot you’d even seen him on the floor a few moments ago. For the next hour you watched as people danced, played, laid and sung along to cringey songs from their childhood. You watched as Toby attempted to teach Brian a stupid dance whilst Tim smoked behind them laughing along at their inability to dance. You brought your legs to your chest and you hugged them, you didn’t want to feel alone but you couldn’t help it. A part of you wanted to go and join them but you knew Toby didn’t like you anyway so there was no point causing awkwardness for no reason. Instead, you busied yourself humming melodies of your old favourite songs until slenderman came outside and silence filled the air.

“Y/n” he began and you looked up, sending a slight wave to his direction. He motioned for you to walk to him so that’s what you did, you stood up, slightly shaky after being sat down for so long. “Toby” he continued. You felt yourself cringe and your eyes rolled back. What could you have to do with him. “You two, there’s a house about a mile from here, abandoned. Zalgo’s proxies have been spotted there a few hours ago. Go. Check it out, any sign of danger then come back. Do not initiate in any form of contact.” Toby defeatedly sighed and hung his shoulders low, before walking inside. You followed him after getting further instructions and details from slenderman. You grabbed your knives and headed to the door. Toby was already there, goggles on, mask on and hooded. He held up an axe in your direction as a acknowledgment of your presence “ready princess?” He began. You rolled your eyes- again and shivered. “Mhm, and don’t call me that.” he brought a hand to cover his heart, “wounded” he added, pouting before rolling his eyes dramatically so you could see- a mockery of your previous actions. He followed his actions with laughter before opening the door. “Let’s go then”

Part two soon folks :)

[red-the-ghost]

Tim’s Jacket. A Masky/Tim X Reader Oneshot :)

(art not mine)

(my submissions are open)

Ticking from the clock across from you filled the room and repetitively broke the silence within your room with every tick. Today had been dreadful and all you wanted to do was sleep, something which your body was determined not to let you do. Surprisingly it was only 9pm and everyone else was pretty much awake. Every so often you could hear Jeff yelling profanities due to loosing whatever game he was playing in him room with Ben. You could hear muffled music coming from someone’s room but you couldn’t pinpoint whos it was. Annoyed, you pulled yourself up and wandered your room, pacing to and fro trying to push your body to the point of exhaustion so you could finally sleep. After a few minutes your eyes landed on Tims jacket draped over an old and unused wooden chair, drafted away to the corner of your room. He had let you borrow the jacket a few days ago to warm you up in one of your late night walks around the forest and you’d simply forgotten to give it him- it wasn’t entirely your fault. He’d been on a mission for the past few days and you hadn’t heard a word from him. Sometimes you’d worry about him- is he safe? Or other times you’d wonder how cold he was from missing his jacket. That thought always made you laugh, did he regret lending you his jacket? You chuckled, picking up the jacket and holding it out in front of you, you traced your fingers over the pale-ish material and ran your hand over its seems and embroidery. When you brought it close to you Tim immediately rushed into your senses. His scent danced its way into your nose, causing your breath to hitch at this attack you’d just endured. it was aas if he was stood infront of you, pressed against you, finally allowing you to be close to him. You filtered through the layers of his scent- the faint smell of cigarette smoke covered up by a husky aftershave, the sweetness of outside where he spent most of his time and the warming touch of how he generally smelt most days. You stood in your darkened room for at least five minutes, holding this jacket, trying to get closer to Tim. You weren’t together but the feelings were present on both ends. A part of you questioned if he was scared of commitment, or abandonment, or even just being in a relationship.

You clenched the jacket tighter as your growing need for him bubbled inside your mind. You hated when he was gone for long periods of time. As a tear brewed in your eye you brought a sleeve to your face and delicately brushed it away, soothingly, slowly, softly. You imagined Tim was comforting you, whispering sweet truths in your ear that everything was going to be okay. That he would keep you safe. That he loves you. Your mind wandered and you began imagining what other things he would do to comfort you: would he kiss you? if so where? would he kiss your lips- causing you to stop speaking about your worries. Would he kiss your neck and shoulders- causing you to relax your muscles and melt beneath his touch. How would he kiss you? soft? slow? fast? rough? would he bite you? or would he hold you close? if so how? would he have a hand in your hair, stroking you and running his fingers within your strands? would he keep his hands pressed against your back? keeping you pressed against him? or would his hands remain on your waist? A banging noise from outside startled you and pulled you back to reality, the noise faded before bens voice echoed down the corridor “FUCK OFF JEFF YOU FUCKING CHEATER.” Defeated, and un-entertained by Jeff and Bens gaming night, you sighed and forced yourself back to bed, bringing the jacket with you. You covered yourself with the safety of your sheets before placing the jacket to your right side and laid it out on the bed. Moments passed and you finally felt tired. You shuffled closer to the jacket and wrapped your arms around it, imagining you were hugging him. Tims sent and imaginary presence began to smooth you to sleep, your brain grew quieter and your body relaxed more, loosening the grip on his jacket.

You weren’t fully asleep, but your eyes were closed and with every minute that passed you slipped further into a state of comfort. You heard your door creak open and footsteps move within your room. Your eyes stayed shut. You didn’t care who it was you just wanted to sleep. A slight mutter escaped the person but your brain was too sleepy to understand. Within a moment you felt the jacket shift and pull from beneath you and subconsciously a whimper left your mouth. Your eyes were still hazed but you began fighting yourself, begging them to open, begging you to hit whoever just took your comfort away and also woke you up. But before your eyes had time to focus the familiar scent of the jacket creeped back to your nose and the mattress dipped slightly. Your eyes began opening, your vision was glazed and unclear but you recognised the red plaid shirt as the person laid beside you wrapped himself in your sheets before pulling you closer. Your voice was craggy and rough but you managed to force a “Tim?” To escape. A small and quiet laugh came from the man as he responded, reaching a hand into your hair and guiding your head to lay on his chest. “Im here, late, but here” you felt a smile make its presence on your face and your arms wrapped around him, grabbing whatever you could of him. His hand, although slightly cold, brushed its way through your hair, gently wrapping fingers around your strands, in a soothing motion which caused your muscles to relax and melt in his arms. His right hand continued to stoke your hair as his left hand kept you close to him, every now and then shifting up and down, as if coaxing you to sleep, as if he knew how much you needed so sleep and how much you were struggling to do so. You cooed out soft whispers and noises of enjoyment and he brought his head down to kiss you, your eyes were open now as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I fucking missed you dove” he began “and my jacket” he added laughing quietly causing you to smile. “I missed you too, surprisingly” you replied before looking up at him, your eyes meeting his, with what little light was present in the room from the slightly opened door and partially opened blinds you were just able to make out his face. his soft umber eyes and slightly red cheeks, you managed to glance at his hair, slightly messy, with odd strands fighting their way down his features. You brought a hand to his face and cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb over his sideburn and he nestled into your touch. “Surprisingly?” He questioned, his voice still quiet but more emotive this time. You pushed your face up to his and planted a small kiss on his lips.

It had been months of wanting to do it and in your tired and dazed state your mustered up the confidence. You pulled your head back after the peck before whispering a low “sorry.” Tim laughed, his laugh slightly louder but somehow softer. He brought his face back down to meet yours and kissed you again- less delicate this time, he kissed you like he’d been gone for years, craving your touch and in return you welcomed him home with your lips. With what little strength you had left you pushed a hand into his hair gripping and slightly tugging at his soft, brunette mess. in return he slid his left hand up your back and pulled you even closer. you were both extremely fatigued so your kiss lost energy and efficiancy after a few seconds. After your kiss ended, you dropped your head back onto his chest, brought your left leg up onto him and tightened your grip around him. You didn’t care that you were now full blown cuddling him but he didn’t seem to mind either, he returned your grip, welcoming you and bringing his head down on top of you. The warmth of the blankets and tim combined settled you into a state of ease and with him finally holding you you drifted to sleep, eager to wake up in his arms.

[red-the-ghost]

Brian: Road trips with friends are the best :D

Tim: …

Tim: Brian we are literally on the run from the government

[red-the-ghost]

Ticci Toby X Reader Part 2/3

If you haven’t read part 1 click below to watch it or go to my profile!

(Submission Below)

Toby x Reader I was wondering if you could do a Tobias/Toby x Reader, kind of like an enemies to lovers where Toby and the reader have a mu

The journey was rough, though trying to make conversation with Toby was worse. Every time you would say something about Tim or Brian he would cut you off and tell you something better- something about him with Tim and Brian. Eventually you stopped trying and focused on walking. It was getting slightly colder and to be honest not the greatest weather to be wandering around in. “What’s your story t-then?” After a few minutes of silence toby attempted to strike conversation. He had an axe in his right hand and would occasionally swing it around to ease the boredom of walking. “What?” You replied, completely oblivious of his question. Instead you were focused on his walking, the way after every few steps he would skip or change his walking pattern or speed. He turned his head to face you, diverting your attention to his eyes. “What’s your story? How’d you get here? You know how I got here. S-seems abit unfair I think.” You laughed not wanting to answer his question. He nudged your arm- pressing for a response. “I don’t know, slenderman saved me I guess..” you successfully cut yourself off and ended the conversation by pointing to the abandoned house slender had mentioned, finally after what felt like an eternity of walking- your mission was almost over.

The house was practically falling apart from the outside, the paint job was tainted and whatever wood was visible was decrepit and disgusting. Upon entry the smell was unpleasant, in fact you almost gagged as you wandered into the kitchen. Toby laughed at your discomfort before throwing his axe down on the table causing a booming thud to echo throughout the structure. You jumped and faced him, “dude what the fuck was that for?” Your eyes pierced him- unforgiving for startling you. “Jeez relax. There’s no one here. Cmon- I’ll race you” with that he turned and bolted before you could finish your sentence, “race to where-“ it was no use he was gone. Smiling, and accepting the challenge you began chasing after him. The floor boards creaked and squeaked in agony and you swore toby accidentally caused a hole beneath him with his pure speed and dedication. He ran for the stairs and dashed into a room before disappearing completely. By the time you entered you had lost sight of him. It was a bedroom, by the looks of it it had previously belonged to a girl. The wallpaper, although peeling and slightly stained, was pink and white, decorated with a neat pattern. There were comic books and clothes scattered all over the floor, her bed rested by the window and at the other end of the room stood a dresser/ wardrobe. You probably wouldn’t have been able to find toby or wondered if he’d gone out the window if it wasn’t for the loud and insufferable sniggering coming from the wardrobe. You shook your head, letting out a pathetic excuse of a laugh before opening the wardrobe door to find toby grinning back at you. His goggles were on his head now, revealing his almond eyes wide and excited beaming at you. And his mask was off and probably in his pocket- allowing you to see the childish grin covering his face. “What- what in the hell are you doing?” You manage to say between laughs. This must have been one of the first time that you actually felt amused by him. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought.. “I’m playing the closet game” he blurted out before laughing again. You placed a hand on your hip and tilted your head judgingly towards him. “What the fuck is that?” And before you could get an answer he pulled you into the closet and slammed the door closed.

Your brain hadn’t even registered the fact he’d pulled you from the waist. Instead you were trying to understand what was so fun hiding in a closet with hardly any light. “Y’know it’s h-hard trying to be me all the time” his words broke the silence and the atmosphere shifted completely, like that switch of emotion you saw earlier- only this time he sounded upset. “Everyone fucking loves you? You’re literally the embodiment of a care bear” you responded, attempting to make him laugh, unfortunately his smile faded and he pressed his back against one side of the wardrobe, “yeah thats what y-you think-k” his head began ticking to the side as his anxieties and thoughts unravelled Infront of you. You couldn’t quite tell if he was crying or not but he just stood there spilling away everything that had worried him. You didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t know he felt like this. “And to top it off y-you hate m-me too. I try I try I try a-and I’m sorry I’m not good at talking. M-Masky says I’m bad at sharing my feelings.” This broke you. Tears welled up in your eyes but you laughed to stop them. “I don’t hate you.” Your voice was warm, reassuring. Toby’s head reached up. His eyes locked with yours and his face softened. You offered him a smile but instead he spoke without altering expression. “Prove it.”

A million thoughts swirled in your mind. You had half a thought to just exit the wardrobe entirely. Instead you inched closer to his and cupped his face with you hand and tilted it before kissing him on the cheek- A soft, light peck. He practically melted under your touch and you felt like he’d wanted you to do that for so long. His breath hitched and in return he turned his head back to face you before reaching a hand towards your face.

He paused. Stopping with his right hand inches towards your face. You nodded and granted him permission, you pleaded him with your eyes, begging him to do something to you. You didn’t understand what you were feeling. Was this what you had been wanting the whole time? Could this have happened sooner if you didn’t hold a stupid grudge? “Y/N” he whispered, before cupping your face with both his hands and kissing you, his mouth pressing against yours..

I’ll post part 3 now to be nice :)