Apologies for running fashionably late—day one slipped past me, but after so many of you poked at my inbox asking if I’d post a list, I couldn’t resist jumping in! (ONLY CREEPYPASTA)
That said, I’m keeping things realistic: instead of daily posts (because midterms + daily smut = actual hell), new treats will be dropping every Friday in October ! Think of it as quality over quantity, and a spooky little reward to look forward to each week.
₍^. .^₎⟆ Fair Warnings Before You Proceed
These treats are laced with explicit adult themes, many dipped in dark, kink-heavy shadows.
Expect violence, non-consensual tricks, and psychological hauntings that may rattle the bones.
Reader is written as gender-neutral with an afab! body in mind, though the horrors and pleasures are meant to be felt by all.
If the thought of NSFW darkness makes your spine crawl in the wrong way, or if such terrors easily hex your mood—turn back now.
Enter at your own risk, my darlings.
𝓉𝒶𝑔: #YayaTreatsAndTeases ᓚᘏᗢ
/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ Ben Drowned ⨾ 03 - 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓎
~ Core Plot: It was supposed to be nothing—a bored click in the silence of midnight. But the moment the page loaded, the air shifted. Static crawled over your skin, the monitor’s glow burning too bright, too alive. And then there was Ben—smiling through the screen...
/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ Hoodie / Masky ⨾ 10 - 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝑒𝓈
~ Core Plot: After all those long, unpaid hours, freedom tastes again, fresh air, and dirt roads—the perfect excuse to slip away and visit your favorite supervisor, Tim again. However, this time, he isn’t alone. A friend is waiting, Brian, curiosity already painted in his grin…
/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ Kate the Chaser ⨾ 17 - 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁
~ Core Plot: When the landlord hires a maintenance crew to patch up the old apartment building, she doesn’t expect one of them to be this distracting. Kate—quiet, rough-edged, and hiding more than she says—isn’t just there to fix pipes. After all, not every service call ends with repairs.
/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ Ticci Toby ⨾ 24 - 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝑒
~ Core Plot: Toby swore you were only fuck buddies. So why does every summons leave him trembling like a sinner before their judge… and why does he keep crawling back...
/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ Eyeless Jack ⨾ 31 - 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝑔𝑒
~ Core Plot: You thought the lesson ended when Jack taught you how to scream. Yet the silence after has been unbearable, every shadow whispering his name back to you...
About Your days turn more hectic as Toby keeps trying to "teach you" how to protect yourself. You receive a warning.
Part IV
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Fate smiles like it has no worries. It mocks you for yours, and it’s unrelenting in its pursuit to show you its cruel sense of humor. It has a funny face, and there will be a time where the misfortune of seeing it will bring a laugh out of you.
But, how you eventually came to understand, that is not a common occurrence.
“Is that all, ma’am?” The young cashier pops their gum.
Their adolescent face comes back into focus, and you shake away your daydreams with a nod . You pass the card, and the machine beeps. There’s still a distinct feeling of being observed plaguing you at the back of your mind.
“Ma’am?” The cashier calls, prompting you to turn back around to them. There were only shelves filled with products behind you. No machete creep in sight.You grab the groceries while muttering a “sorry”, and walk out of the store.
You breathe in and out, puffs of air condensing in front of you. There’s no one after you – you repeat it over and over. Your knuckles tighten their grip around the silver blade in your coat’s pocket. You really want to believe it.
You really want to think that you aren’t hearing any steps behind you. That you are safe. Your legs grow tired of your quickened steps, the grocery bag flying side to side in your shaky hands.
There’s still five streets until your apartment.
“H-hey.” You hear behind you.
Third time in a week. The third time that you are running your way home, breathless, doing wrong turns and hoping to lose him in the way.
“Oh, c’mon!” He yells after you. “R-run faster!”
Your stomach churns dangerously, and you swallow whatever is coming up your throat; you don’t have time, you don’t have time, you have to keep it up. But then again, fate thinks it’s so funny, doesn’t it?
You curse every god you know of, as you are suddenly grabbed into an alley. There wasn’t any room to think, to predict. You were helpless to stop the strong arms surrounding you.
His hand muffled the small grunts that left your throat as you struggled against the muscular form, thick cologne sticking to your nose. Bothersome, overwhelming. Your hand desperately reached for your knife, scrambling around your pocket to find it. The plastic bag fell somewhere during the commotion, long forgotten. Faint, quick steps reached your ears – they became louder and closer, and eventually passed right by you.
And the street was entirely too quiet again.
You tried to scream under the rough hand that quieted you, but it didn’t really matter. There was no one around.
“Shhhh!” He gripped you, turning you further away from the street. Your body shook with unease.
You had been close to Toby before; he did tackle you to the ground. He wasn’t this…sturdy before.
Fear chilled your veins, raised the hair on your covered arms. The puffs of air barely made an appearance under the strong hand that held your face, despite the fast, desperate breaths that left your lips.
But the other, holding you at the waist, didn’t account for your free hands. You gripped the weapon in your pocket slowly, flinching as the man behind you murmured something into the air.
You didn’t pay attention; couldn’t.
The moment his hands loosened around you, you attacked.
This was too much, Toby, the running, the alleyway.
So you stabbed behind you, mercilessly. It hit him with wet crunch,and the man immediately shoved you away with a kick.
“You fucking bitch!” His gruff voice shouted in pain. “What the fuck!” You looked behind you, seeing your attacker angrily pull out the switchblade off his right side. A dark stain slowly blossomed into his white shirt.
You murmured something incoherent about Toby, already stumbling back up to your feet.
“Ack!” You yelled in pain as something roughly banged against your head, falling back onto your knees. You lift your eyes to see another man, hands flying to your injured skull.
The gun he used to hit you was steadily pointed at you. “Stay down.” He ordered.
“For fuck’s sake. Didn’t have this much attitude the other day, now did you?” He spat something bloody on the ground. You vaguely recognized his voice, but the fear stood like a barricade in front of any coherent thought.
You shoved the horrible memories away. You didn’t have time.
“We figured we’d help out for once. Guess this's what you get for being nice.” His heavy steps come closer to where you kneel trembling in the cold ground. “That freak been fixating on you, yeah?” The dark makes you unable to discern his features, only the horrendously light color of his face visible. “I asked you a question, doll.”
Your throat feels clogged; you push your voice out, but nothing intelligible comes out.
“Get it over with, Tim.” The other says. His voice is cold, and distant, –barely resembling anything human – muffled by a dark mask.
Despite the annoyed sigh that follows the statement, you can’t see any changes in -you suppose- Tim’s face. “Fuck off, will you. She pissed me off.” He grunts, bringing up a hand to his expressionless facade; a mask.
He pulls a crumpled cigarette from his pocket and lights it up, crouching down to your level. The man takes a long drag, before blowing it at you. “Here’s what’s up, doll.” You resist the urge to spit that smoke right back at him. “You aren’t even supposed to be alive; but we felt bad, you know? This pretty young girl, getting caught up in Rogers’ mess.”
He takes in another drag. You flinch as the other man adjusts the gun in his hand, a scared whimper leaving you unwarranted. Something akin to hunger crosses Tim’s eyes, lit a faint orange from the cigarette fire- before it’s cleanly pushed away, like it was never there.
“I got three options for you-“ Strings of smoke lace each word. It takes overwhelming self control to not twist your nose as the smell hits you again. “-you leave this city. You help us. Or I kill you.”
Like speaking of the weather, he presents you with the end of your life as you know it.
“…hel-help you?” You push the words out, stronger this time. The effort sends a few stray tears running down your face.
A sadistic smile grows in his features. “Are you sure of that, doll?” He reaches out a hand and swipes a delicate thumb under your eyes. “Because-“
“Tim.” The other man calls with finality. Tim gets to his feet, but not without an angry grunt of frustration and a click of his tongue. He throws the cigarette on the ground and steps in it.
“What- What am I supposed to do? Why are you-you-“ You stumble over your words, feeling a sense of finality in their movements. Did you answer wrong? It wasn’t even a definite answer; you wanted to ask what he meant. Maybe he took your question as uncertainty, and decided that killing you was best. Maybe the choice was a mere illusion, and they just wanted to see you pitifully beg for your life before they ended it.
You could feel all the gods you cursed, laughing at you, dressed in fate’s ridiculous facade.
“The police are looking into Rogers’ carnage. You’ll lie.” Tim tells you. You can’t see his expression anymore, hidden away by the shadows above.
If you were standing you might’ve just fallen to ground with relief. That’s it?
Tim chuckles darkly. “Don’t look so relieved. You gotta get yourself away from that psycho, as well. His work is getting sloppy as hell.”
“…I…I don’t know how.” Admitting it felt pathetic.
The first time Toby showed up under your bed after his first warning, you were horrified. You were just stepping into bed after a long day of college, and assistant work. Then, you heard a thump. Then two. Then a giggle. You looked under your bed, and screamed bloody murder.
You ran all the way to the police station, not stopping for a second, only for them to find nothing but a snoring cat in your apartment.
The second time, you were in the middle of giving a lecture in place of the professor you assisted -who had called in sick, having no one to substitute her- when you saw him. He wore a hoodie over his golden brown locks, and a fabric face mask.
You pretended not to see his delighted stare, convincing yourself you were only anxious, and seeing things. But as you ran your way out at the end of class, he caught up to you, in an empty corridor. The maniac didn’t leave until he was full of bruises– cuts, slaps, punches, kicks. Toby wouldn’t let you go until you were sobbing with anger.
And the third time, now; where you were only able to escape, because you were stuck with two more insane men.
They looked at you, taking in your embarrassing statement.
Tim hid a disdainful laugh, and the other put away his gun into the back of his jeans. “Holly shit, that’s miserable. You got any tips for her, Brian?” Tim is still half laughing when he calls out for his partner.
“Make fun of his stutter.” Brian answers.
Tim slides his mask back down, but not before throwing Brian a badly concealed look of surprise. Apparently he didn’t expect his partner to seriously answer the question.
“Well. You work on that, doll. You’re pretty. Really hope we don’t need to get a bullet in your head.” You can still hear that cocky smile in his voice, as he and Brian leave you trembling on the ground.
So I was going through my Spotify while playing a creepypasta dating sim (it was lowk good asl btdoubleu), I listened to Makeshift Chemistry by Crown the Empire bc I hadn't listened to them in a while n when I saw them live, they were great
My goodness im getting so off topic, but that song specfically the chorus from 0:26 to 0:56, seems like it would make a bomb ass tobyxreader fanfic. In my head, they're exes (and yes, 2016 slendermansion its lowk my fav settings + imagine living in an already high tension place with your ex that clearly don't gaf if you disappeared) idk how they broke up, but Toby would initiate it probably in a hurtful way or whatever (idk for me my personality hc is that he'd be the type to self sabotage i deadass cant type w my arm brace on so im gonna take it off. Anyways yes, I think toby would be the type to self-sabotage, which would lead to the relationship ultimately ending. Maybe like 2/3 months after it he thinks he doesn't care fr bc in his head he doesn't even need close relationships in that nature, so it's not even his loss. After like month 4 or 5, he does acknowledge he lowk fucked up, he's not going to outwardly admit it, but he does want them back. By this point, y/n doesn't even want to talk to him or give him any time of day (listen to the song......) I feel like atp he wouldn't be above stalking, then that would end up being like the main part of the story.
TL;DR Toby breaks up with y/n in a nasty way for whatever internal reason, realizes it was actually a pretty stupid thing to do, but it's too late, y/n don't fw him no more, so he just stalks them n shit until either they slow burn themselves back together or something else happens, and all this only happens bc sweet3i liked a song
Lmk guys am I cooking or do i jus go ahead and log out
The cold air hit your face as you walked into your college , hands buried deep in your coat pockets. The streets, covered in a blanket of snow from the night before, sparkled under the morning light. Everything around you was a blur—students rushing past, the sound of cars humming in the distance—but inside your head, it was chaos.
You couldn't stop thinking about him.
The guy that tried to attack you last night..
His face—well, what little you had seen of it—his orange goggles, the sharp reflection of the hatchet he'd gripped in his hand. The way he chased you through the woods when you were going back to your house from a friend's house , the sound of his loud footsteps behind you, closing in. No matter how hard you tried to shake it off, his image remained like a shadow over your thoughts.
You didn't know what to make of it. It was like something out of a nightmare—except you knew it was real and not some fictional story. You had heard the crunch of snow, felt the cold panic hitting at your chest as you barely escaped him last night. Every time your mind went off track, it immediately went back to him, to the woods, to the feeling of being hunted like a lost deer.
You arrived at college, walking through the entrance doors with your head down, lost in thought. Normally, the busyness of campus would pull you out of whatever mood you were in—the noise of people chatting, rushing to class, laughing. But today, it all seemed muffled, like you were walking through a fog. Your focus get away, and all you could think about was last night. That face...those eyes behind the orange goggles.
Your first class began, but your mind was anywhere but the lecture. The professor's voice faded in and out, like a distant echo. You stared at the chalkboard, pretending to take notes, but the words swam in front of your eyes, turning into images of that forest—the snow, the trees, and him lurking behind them. What was he? you thought. A psychopath? A killer? A drug addict? And why you? Of all the people in the world, why had he fixated on you?
You barely made it through class, and as soon as the professor dismissed the class, you found yourself wandering toward the food court. Maybe some food would help, though your appetite had long since vanished. You bought yourself food from the food court, picking up something simple, and sat down at with your friends, hoping to distract yourself with your friends laughing about embarrassing high school moments would help clear your head.You tried to focus on the conversation but yet, they couldn't distract you.
The memory of him crept back in, his figure getting closer and closer in the night. You could still feel the terror you had felt as you ran to your door, praying to reach it before he reached you. You hadn't even told your parents the truth. If you had, they'd probably think you were crazy—or worse, they'd never let you out of the house again and lock you up, because you were their only child which they cherished so my h that they didn't want anything bad to happen to you. You were so lost in thought that you didn't even notice the news heading that came on one of the TVs in the corner of the food court.
"Breaking news..."
Your head and your friends heads snapped up. The TV screen had switched to a local news channel. A stern-looking reporter filled the screen, her voice laced with tension.
"We have an update on the string of violent murders that have been plaguing the area. Local authorities are warning the public about a dangerous individual believed to be behind the killings. He is described as a young man with a disheveled appearance, often seen wearing a mouth guard and orange goggles, and is armed with a hatchet."
Your blood ran cold. No way...
"This man, known to some as Ticci Toby,' or Tobias Erin Rogers ' is believed to be involved in several brutal slayings. His victims were found with multiple deep wounds, consistent with the use of a bladed weapon or even chopped up into little pieces. Officials are urging residents to avoid going out at night and to report any suspicious activity immediately."
Images flashed on the screen—crime scenes cordoned off with yellow tape, police cars parked outside houses, a body bag being loaded into the back of an ambulance, but they also showed how chopped up the victims were. Then, they showed sketches of Toby: the messy hair, the goggles, the massive gash on his cheek , behind the mouth guard. It was him.
Images flashed on the screen—crime scenes cordoned off with yellow tape, police cars parked outside houses, a body bag being loaded into the back of an ambulance, but they also showed how chopped up the victims were. Then, they showed sketches of Toby: the messy hair, the goggles, the massive gash on his cheek , behind the mouth guard. It was him.Your breath caught in your throat, and the room seemed to freeze around you. This wasn't just a one-off encounter. Toby was real, and he was killing people. "He almost got me", you thought, feeling the full weight of the reality crash over you.
The report continued, showing clips of detectives speaking to the press, but you couldn't hear it anymore. You were too busy staring at those victim photos, at the scenes of violence left in his presence. How many others had tried to escape him and failed?
The report continued, showing clips of detectives speaking to the press, but you couldn't hear it anymore. You were too busy staring at those victim photos, at the scenes of violence left in his presence. How many others had tried to escape him and failed?Your mind raced, racing with questions. Why hadn't the police caught him yet? Why was he still out there? And more importantly, why had he targeted you?
The food you bought in front of you now seemed disgusting. You pushed it away, your appetite gone. The room felt too crowded, too loud all of a sudden. You stood up abruptly, drawing a few curious looks from students around you, but you didn't care. You needed to get out. You needed air. You're friends were asking you if you were okay and you said "I'm fine I'm okay." They tried to figure out what was wrong but,
You pushed your way through the food court's front doors and stepped outside. The cold air hit your face, sharp and biting, but it did little to calm the panic rising in your chest. The college campus, once bustling with activity, now felt wrong. The shadows under the trees seemed darker, and every passing stranger felt like a threat.
You couldn't stop looking over your shoulder, half-expecting to see Toby lurking behind you, watching from the shadows, waiting for another chance. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you hugged your arms tighter around yourself as if that could somehow keep him away.
It was just a coincidence, you tried to tell yourself. "He doesn't know who am I" . He just happened to be there...right? It wasn't on purpose right..?But even as you thought it, you knew it wasn't true. He had seen you. He had chosen you. And the worst part? You had no idea why. And why he made himself known to you. Why didn't ye come into your house and kill you and your parents? Like how they always said he leaves no spare victims he comes into their houses and kills everybody in there. Why didn't he do that to you?
The rest of the day passed quite quickly . You tried to make it through your classes, but your thoughts kept going back to that news report, to the images of those victims, and the idea that you could have been one of them, torn apart, and chopped up into pieces. By the time your last class ended, you were mentally exhausted, the weight of it all pressing down on you like a heavy load.
As you left campus, walking toward the bus stop, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching you. Every step felt like a countdown, every sound like the echo of those footsteps in the snow.You looked over your shoulder one last time before boarding the bus, but there was nothing there. Just the empty street. You took a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together. Toby may have found you once, but it wouldn't happen again. Right?
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
Hey ray here, I just wanna apologize for the long ass wait for chapter two, I had 0 motivation to write during the few months but I plan on working and posting chapters 3 and 4 later in October because I’m found to do little one shots of Creepypasta characters x the reader since I have a lot of ideas in mind!
You and Toby have been dating for over 3 years now even though he was a proxy to Slenderman, but the was grateful that you stayed with him even when he was in his lowest and he was there for your lowest too. One day, you were waiting for Toby to come back from the mission from slender. Until it started pouring outside and he still wasn't back home after a few hours since he left early in the morning and didn't even tell you anything.
After a couple of more waiting in the house, you were on the bed you share with Toby watching TikTok. Until you heard the front door unlock and footsteps come into the house then you heard Toby say. "Love! I'm h-home!" He stuttered due to his Tourette's but he sounded tired from the mission he went on. He was injured but he couldn't feel the pain due to his disorder.
You heard his voice in the living room by the front door, so you got out of bed before you turned off your phone and walked through the hall to get to the living room where Toby was at. You saw him soaking wet from the rain and trying to get as much water out of his hair, but he looked silly and You leaned on the wall before you crossed your arms. "Got real soaked getting back home huh?" You said playfully to enlighten the mood because you knew Toby was feeling exhausted and irritated. Toby looked at you before giving a playful glare and rolled his eyes. "Shut up. I-It started pouring out of n-nowhere." He said before he took his hoodie off, tossing it to the side in the laundry basket. He then took off his gray undershirt, but there were many scars and injuries on his body when he took off his shirt. Some was still bleeding but he didn't seem to notice or care.
You knew he couldn't feel physical pain but You still worried about him and whenever he gets injured "Toby you know you can't getting yourself hurt like that." You said in a more worried tone due to his fresh injuries on his body because of the mission he went on.Toby glanced at you once he heard your voice get to a more worried tone and he sighed. He knew that you got worried about him especially when he would come home from missions when he was hurt or injured."I-I'll be fine L-love. It's n-nothing major."He stutters as he sat his hatchet down on the table and looked at you before his eyes glanced down at his scars and injuries.
Toby seemed to notice some of them were bleeding, making the blood soak into his black jeans slightly. "M-Might need to p-patch myself up a-a-a-little bit t-though." He said in a casual tone as if getting hurt and injured after a mission was a normal thing and not that big of a deal. But the scars were a reminder of his many past missions and all the many painful lessons he had to learn the hard way.
"You should take a shower first before doing anything else." You said softly to Toby before You walked over to him and kissed his cheek gently. "I'll be making dinner while you're doing that." You then walked to the kitchen before you started getting the ingredients you needed to cook. Toby couldn't help but give a gentle smile after you kissed his cheek and he nodded softly. "M-mhm. A s-s-shower does s-sound nice rn." He said with a stutter before he walked over to the bathroom.
Toby turned on the hot water and undressed himself before stepping into the shower and let the warm water hit his body and run down. For the first time in a while, he actually relaxed when he was taking a shower.
You decided to do something simple like shrimp Alfredo because you were feeling tired from waiting for him all day, so you got the ingredients which were :
1/2 lb. medium shrimp, peeled and deveined
1/2 lb. fettuccine
2 Tbsp butter, divided
4 cloves garlic, minced
1 cup heavy cream
3/4 cup Parmesan
1/8 tsp salt (or to taste)
1/4 tsp freshly cracked pepper (or to taste)
1 Tbsp chopped fresh parsley (optional)
Your shrimp was frozen, so you thaw and peel before beginning. Then you removed the tails. You brought a pot of water to a boil for the fettuccine. Once it was boiling, you add the fettuccine and you boiled until tender (7-10 minutes). Before Reserving a ½ cup of the starchy water before draining the pasta in a colander.
While the fettuccine is boiling, you prepare the shrimp and alfredo sauce. After that you place the peeled shrimp on a cutting board and you pat it dry with a paper towel. Then you season the shrimp with a pinch of salt and pepper.
You added 1 tablespoon butter to a large skillet and you heat over medium. Once hot, you swirl to coat the surface of the skillet with butter. You added the shrimp and you cooked it for 1-2 minutes on each side, or just until opaque and pink (do not overcook the shrimp). You transfer the cooked shrimp to a clean bowl.
You reduce the heat to medium-low. You add 1 tablespoon butter to the skillet along with the minced garlic. Sauté the garlic for 1-2 minutes, or just until it is very fragrant but not brown.
You added the heavy cream to the skillet and you whisk to dissolve any browned bits off the bottom of the skillet. You allow editing the cream to come up to a simmer. You whisk the Parmesan into the hot cream until melted. Season the sauce with salt and pepper.
You added the cooked and drained pasta and cooked shrimp back to the skillet with the sauce (make sure to add any liquid from the bowl of shrimp). You toss everything until coated in sauce. If the sauce becomes too thick or dry, add some of the reserved pasta water to loosen it up.
You taste the pasta and add more salt or pepper if needed.
(added a whole ass recipe fr 💀)
Toby was still in the shower as he was washing his body and hair. He couldn't help but smile at how peaceful he felt with the warm water hitting his body and he didn't know how long he was in the shower for. But eventually, he turned the shower off before he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom. However, he took long enough that You even finished cooking the shrimp Alfredo You were barely making the shrimp Alfredo when he barely took a shower. You began to get two plates for me and Toby before you serve the shrimp Alfredo onto the plates and putting them on the dinner table.
Toby walked into the kitchen after getting a pair of gray sweatpants on and walked over to the dinner table. He looked at the plates and couldn't help but his eyes light up when he saw the shrimp Alfredo that you made. "That s-smells good. As u-usual." Toby said before he sat down in a chair at the dinner table and took a bite of the shrimp alfredo and swallowed it. His eyes widened slightly when he tasted it. "Damn." You were getting two cups and you put ice into the cups then you got the Dr Pepper out the fridge. You poured the Dr Pepper into the cups then gave one of the cups to Toby when You made your way over to the dinner table and sat down. You warmly smiled at him. "Do you like it?" You asked him as he ate the shrimp Alfredo You made.
Toby was enjoying eating the shrimp alfredo and he took a few more bites before he responded to you's question as he swallowed what he had in his mouth. "Hell y-y-yeah I like it. This is f-fucking delicious. Your an a-amazing cook."
Toby said with a big smile as he sipped the Dr. Pepper. You chuckled when he said that because You didn't think my cooking was THAT good. "You don't have to exaggerate about my cooking." You said playfully as you continued to eat the food and sipping on your cup of Dr pepper here and there.
Toby chuckled with you as he shook his head. "I'm n-not exaggerating about your c-cooking. It really is a-a-amazing. You're a-a p-pretty damn good cook s-sweetheart." He said as he ate more of the alfredo and took sips of his Dr. Pepper every now and then. You playfully rolled your eyes as you were about to finish with your meal, so when you finished eating. You got up from the dinner table and put the dirty dish in the sink as well as the cup "I'm going to take a shower." You said to Toby as you walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind you.
Toby was almost done with his meal and he smiled when you jokingly rolled your eyes. "I w-was being s-s-serious though." He said before nodding at what you said when you said you were going to take a shower now.
"Alrighty. I'll just w-wait in the b-bedroom until you're d-done." He said before going back to eating and drinking his Dr. Pepper.
After you finished taking a shower, you dried yourself with a clean towel then you put on the clothes you had put on the bathroom sink before you took a shower. Therefore, you left the bathroom now walking to the bedroom. You entered the bedroom you and Toby share to see him laying in the bed watching a movie on the tv. "Hey Tobs." Toby was laying in the bed with his back propped up against the wall with pillows and he was watching one of his favorite horror movies. He looked over at you when you walked in the, giving a gentle smile in greeting when he saw you in clothes you put on after your shower.He reached over, grabbed the remote and paused the movie so he could talk to you. “Hey love” He said simply as he patted the spot next to him.
You walked over to the bed and went to go lay down at the spot next to him, so you wrapped your arms around him, snuggling with him while you two watch his favorite horror movie. Toby smiled when you laid down next to him. He wrapped his arms around your back as you snuggled with him and rest his head against yours, the movie now unpaused on tv. It was clear after a few minutes of him laying next to you, that Toby was already getting tired.
Toby's eyes were starting to slowly close a little bit and his eyes were trying to stay open as he was beginning to struggle to stay awake.
You were also slowly falling asleep due to the peaceful environment at the moment, but listening to the soft thunder and rain outside was already getting you sleepy. Before you knew it your eyes slowly closed and you began to fall into a peaceful sleep as you cuddled with him.Toby didn't have trouble falling asleep as the soft thunder and sound of rain outside made him even more sleepy than he already was. He wrapped one of his arms tightly around your waist even as he slowly began to fall asleep. It didn't take long for Toby to fall asleep due to how tired he was after the long day he had and the long mission he went on. He was now in a peaceful deep sleep next to you.
It was a snowy Friday night. You were walking home from your friend's house after a study session, headphones on, music filling your ears. You lived just five streets away, so you decided to take a shortcut through the forest. As you made your way through the snow-laden trees, the song in your headphones ended, and "Tag, You're It" by Melanie Martinez started playing. It was instrumental, which made it feel even eerier—especially here, alone, in the woods. You suddenly felt a chill, like someone was watching you from afar. You brushed it off, thinking it was probably just an animal.
If only you knew.
High up in a tree to your left, a man was watching you. Messy brown hair, orange goggles over his eyes, a mouth guard covering his face, and a hatchet gripped tightly in his hand. This was no random stranger—it was Toby Rogers, Slender Man's main proxy, tracking you from a distance.
As you neared the street where your house stood, you felt a presence. Turning around, your heart nearly stopped when you saw him—a figure closing in on you, hatchet gleaming under the dim streetlights. You couldn't make out his full appearance, but the sheer terror sent adrenaline rushing through your veins. Your hands started shaking, and you felt frozen in place for a moment before your fight-or-flight instinct kicked in.
You sprinted toward your house, not daring to look back. Fumbling with your keys as you reached your front door, you could feel him getting closer. The door clicked open just in time—you slammed it shut behind you and locked it.
Breathing heavily, you sighed in relief, only to notice your guardians standing in the hallway, both looking at you with confused expressions.
"What's wrong, hun?" one of them asked.
"Yeah, why did you just slam the door like that?" the other chimed in.
Panic flared inside you. What do I say? If I tell them I was chased by a killer, they'll never let me out again.
"Uh... a pitbull chased me," you blurted out. They seemed skeptical at first but nodded, remembering how the neighbors often let their aggressive dogs out at night.
You headed upstairs, trying to calm down. First, you laid out some comfortable clothes, then grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. You peeled off your clothes, feeling sticky and sweaty, and took a long shower to wash away the fear. After drying off and doing your skincare routine, you slipped into your comfy clothes and collapsed onto your bed, scrolling through TikTok to take your mind off things.
Your eyes grew heavy as you watched an edit of Ticci Toby—the very person who had chased you tonight. You eventually drifted off to sleep.But at 2 AM, you jolted awake. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the house. Footsteps—heavy, deliberate—approached from the kitchen, growing louder as they climbed the stairs. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. The steps stopped right outside your door. You held your breath as the doorknob twisted.
You had locked it, but it didn't matter. The intruder had a hatchet. The door began to splinter and crack under the blows. Then, the door gave way, and he stepped into your room...You shot awake, gasping for air, drenched in cold sweat. Looking around, everything was normal—your door was intact, untouched. What the hell? You checked your phone. It was 6:43 AM. Shaken but needing to move, you remembered your college exam at 8:20 AM.
You quickly got ready, left the house, and headed to McDonald's for breakfast—trying to shake the lingering terror of the nightmare.
