Creepypasta stuff that i remember as ticci tobyy kin.
Ben? A litttle less of an asshole.
EJ? Meh. An asshole to ppl he hates, but mostly just quiet. Hardly talks.
Toby (me oof)? I tried not to be an asshole but did it unintentionally. Bad temper and jeff always pissed me off. Ben watched us fight bc he thinks its entertaining.
Slenderman? Tries not to interfere with anything, unless its necessary. Just stays away from everyone else, jeff and i arguing gives him a headache.
LJ? Hardly ever around. Room looked like a carnival. Slenderman had to give him the second biggest room due to him having a lot of circus stuff and needing so many shelves since i remember him collecting different candies. Good friends with sally, kinda like a dad to her. She was the only person who was allowed to touch his candy collection and would sometimes give some to him.
At first, slenderman didnt like me calling him dad. He thought it was weird. But i didnt stop and eventually he just learned to deal with it. He was kinda like a dad to me, seeing as he saved me from burning alive, and my dad fucking sucked. My dad in this life fucking sucks too, but not as much as the last one. So yeah.
Also, i like waffles, but jesus christ its not the only thing i eat. Yeah, one of my favorite breakfast foods, but ive always been a picky eater and breakfast foods arent often things i eat. Yeet.
I hardly understand why people ship me with everyone? Im trans, im gay, but im not really into insane people with no eyelids, burnt skin, and a carved smile. Im also not attracted to 15 foot tall creatures that i consider my father. Or really any of the other guys around here. Theyre literally just the people i occasionally work with, if im not working alone.
Also whats up with all of you and the fucking shipping anyways?
I'll stop ranting, ill just get back to what i was saying.
I remember that my room was pretty plain and kinda small. Both in my home and in the slender mansion (which by the way was rotting apart in the middle of the woods and had plants basically covering it). Though they were different. I had dark indigo walls at home, and in the mansion it was old flower wallpaper. No one ever really got to change the walls, but i remember jeff just having bloody painter paint a mural of his knife on the wall. Anyways, i had plain white bedsheets and a twin size bed at home, but black bed sheets and a very old twin mattress on a rusty metal frame in the mansion. Thats about all i can remember about that.
I had nightmares and sleep paralysis after dad took me in. I still have some nightmares now, but not like i used to. No one knew if i was a proxy or a cold blooded creepypasta killer, since i had been taken in by slenderman, but i also worked for him. The other proxies were simply just his proxies. He didnt take them in like he did the others. And i did have to get better treatment than them due to some of my mental disorders, but it wasnt much better. I didnt necessarily annoy masky with the "hey masky" thing like you all think, in fact we hardly spoke. But i did annoy him sometimes and we fought a lot. Dad normally broke it up though. Being the youngest of the proxies, i wasnt treated as a full grown adult for quite some time. (Ten years is one year for any proxy of dad's. I was 17 when he took me in.)
Ive always enjoyed herbal tea. One of my privileges was being able to have some any time i was at the mansion, but only if i did at least one mission a day.
I find it a little strange how all the memories id "lost" previously are coming back in a different life. They werent lost, just blocked off.
