#tobyxreader

he gives you a love like rotten fruit. maybe it could've been good if he hadn't been touched by decay, if he hadn't allowed himself to spoil. unfortunately, the rot flows through his veins like a sludge, infecting the things that get too close. just like you did. his sick latched onto you and festered like an infected scar.

he knows the mold is inherent to him, that it's in his instincts; this incessant drive to be fed, satisfied, noticed. he takes warmth from whoever will give it, wherever he can get it. he roams like a mutt with his nose to the ground, a fugitive hunting for scraps. wagging his tail at even the suggestion of tenderness, uncaring of where it comes from, only that he's receiving it.

he sticks to your heels, stays so close that you trip over his unrelenting fervor for you. as a stray, he sat and waited for someone to accept the things he couldn't change, for someone to stop and look between the bars of his cage. he waited so long for you. when you leave he'll wait for your return. if you're late he'll wait until then. he'll wait and wait and wait.

he worships the hand that feeds him. that hand is yours. he leans into it, tries to force himself under your palm, thrusts himself beneath the divine light of your gaze. if you even cast a glance his way it's enough for his tail to wag. he pursues your attention and affection like a hound, with no regard as to whether or not he's hurting himself in the process. the only thing you do is reinforce it with every bit of praise you give him, and he accepts it graciously. you're his person.

he doesn't bark or bare his teeth for fear of getting hit again. he bares them at the world, but never at you. he had been taught to bite, but he is not a bad dog. everything he does is with the intent to please. he brings you gifts, kneels and lays them at your feet with his tail between his legs, hoping that he'll be rewarded with your touch. hoping that it makes him worthy.

he doesn't even care if you love him as much as he loves you. he'll sleep at the foot of your bed if it means he can be on it, follow you if it means he can be close, spend his days at your feet if it means there's a chance you'll scratch him behind the ears. he'll sit at your door until you want him. he'll pull out his canines and declaw himself just to prove he'd never hurt you.

you finally reached the dorms after what felt like an eternity of walking, the cold air washing over you as you used your key to open the door.

the kitchen was comfortably modern and cozy, with wood cabinets and monochrome tiles along the walls. somehow, it managed to combine a professional look; chef-quality stainless steel appliances with an old wooden table. in the living room a plush sofa was nestled in front of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the field across from where the dorms were held. seems decent enough, right? no. the bedroom was a mess. dirty clothes were strewn about, along with the occasional beer can or food wrapper. the bed was unmade and wrinkled sheets hung off of it in disarray. a desk leaned against one wall, its surface cluttered with papers and other random items that had been shoved there in haste instead of being put away properly. you sighed as you saw someone inside.

"hey, you're (y/n), right? im sabrina. sorry its a mess, i didn't expect you here this early.. let me help you get settled." she smiled, taking the bags. inspecting sabrina, she was a pretty redhead with her hair done up in a messy bun. her pale skin and face had been covered with dark makeup, her blood red lipstick slightly smeared off her lips. she was wearing a simple black tank and some grey sweats, the faint smell of a victorias secret perfume lingering on her body.

slightly taken aback by the stranger, you hesitantly accepted her offer and followed her further inside. she started picking up clothes off of the floor and making the bed across from hers while talking to herself about how it was good that someone had finally moved in since it had been empty for a while now. once she was done cleaning, sabrina stood back and smiled. "there you go." with a grateful smile, you thanked her for her help and she left the room to go about her own activities. as the door closed behind sabrina, you looked around your new living space with relief. everything seemed so much better now, at least for a while it would be.

weeks have passed, you and sabrina had become friends ever since you moved in. she went out to a party with some other people and you just finished studying. as you went to the kitchen, you heard a strange noise coming from the hallway and turned to see him standing in the doorway. he stood there like an ominous shadow, his face unreadable underneath that trademark hoodie and mask. his eyes seemed to burn with the need for something. you shivered at the sight of him, feeling a chill run through you like lightning in my veins as he stepped closer without saying anything. he moved slowly but steadily towards you until you were mere inches apart and you could feel his breath on your skin - cold and metallic against your flesh; it felt oddly calming yet terrifying all at once. your heart was pounding and your hands were shaking, you felt an unseen force pushing you against the wall. suddenly i heard a clink of metal, feeling a cold blade resting on your neck as he pressed in closer. with every passing second his knife edged nearer to puncturing through your fragile skin. in despair, you could only muster up one thought; what do i do now?

you looked up at him, your voice shaking. tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you begged for your life, pleading for him to spare you. your words tumbled out in a jumble – desperate pleas and half-sentences interrupted by sobs that shook through you like an earthquake, rattling every fiber of your being until all that was left was fear and desperation.

you finally thought you were free— safe from him. but here you are, toby's hatchet on the edge of your neck, threatening to draw blood.

pulling down his mask, he laughed maniacally. an awful sound that sent a chill through your body. his laughter was merciless and relentless, as if he were mocking you for your own suffering and weakness. you pleaded with him to stop, begging for mercy but seemingly unheard in the depths of his uncontrollable mirth. his face contorted in glee even as tears rolled down your cheeks; his joy only intensified the desperation and dread you felt at that moment so acutely it seemed like time had frozen around us both forever.

"i-ive been waiting so fucking l-long for this. for you.." toby's words were punctuated by each gasp of breath he took in between his laughter, and you shrank further back against the wall. your heart was pounding so hard i thought it would burst out of my throat, the terror within me obviously noticeable now. "tell me, why do you need anyone else w-when you have me?"

at this, i felt something inside me break. years of fear and trauma were now made manifest in the form of a broken sob that escaped my throat. i wanted to scream at him, to beg for mercy once more, but instead found myself silently shaking my head as tears streamed down my face. toby seemed taken aback by this display, his laughter slowly dying away. he rolled his eyes, "if you w-wont answer me, i'll make you."

toby quickly lifted up his hatchet, hitting you on the head with the back of it. your head was spinning, and then all went black. you felt a sudden shock in your skull that reverberated down through to the tips of your toes. you could no longer feel what was happening, consciousness slowly fading away like smoke in the wind.

he dragged her body through the woods, he was surprised she hadn't woken up by now from her head hitting the uneven ground. when he reached the mansion, it was empty and quiet. slender probably sent everyone on a mission. walking into his room, he threw her onto the bed. tying her hands and legs together in and leaving the room.

he had more important matters to attend to. he wanted her for so long, and finally got her where he wanted her.

toby went and got some rope from the basement, finding some old furniture he could use as a makeshift gag. going to the room, he tied her feet together, then tangled the ropes around her wrists, pulling them tightly behind her back. he stuffed a rag in her mouth and gagged it with tape before securing it in place.

toby hurried back to the basement, where bloody painter and ej had stored their strange experiments. he peered into the glass tanks filled with murky liquids as he hummed a tune. as toby continued to inspect the lab concoctions, something stirred in the back of his mind. (y/n) .. you were so.. perfect.. he thought. he picked up a syringe and a small vial full of clear liquid, ghb, and carefully stuck it into his pocket.

ghb was a popular drug. it was able to completely erase the persons memories once they took it or got it injected into their veins.

perfect..

he made way back to the bedroom, where he had left (y/n). his hands shook with anticipation as he walked closer and closer. he opened the door, to which he saw you still knocked out on the bed. his eyebrows furrowed into a frown, looking at your figure. you still had your pajamas on from the previous hours, your tank and plaid pants along with your dirty socks. he sighed, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt over him. maybe he should just kill you right then and there, just to get it over with. but he couldn't.

god, no. he loved you too much. even though you were just an average teenage girl, he was obsessed. too much to kill you.

just then, he watched as you woke up, your lashes fluttering at him. your eyes widened, seeing his unmasked face. you attempted to scream, until you realized your mouth was stuffed with a gag. "mmmf!" you said, confused. toby just chuckled,

he was about to respond but then suddenly remembered something more important- a plan he had been thinking of for a while. a way for you to forget everything. a way for him to make it seem like he was yours– or like you were his. a dumb, naive girl again. someone who would go under his every command. he pulled out the syringe from his pocket, nearing closer and closer to your neck. you tried pulling away, "stop s-struggling. you'll just make this harder." he said, his voice deep. the cold, pointy metal of the syringe poking at your neck. you felt him slowly stabbing your neck, the metal piercing through your fragile skin he stuck it in deeper, you felt yourself forming tears in the corners of your eyes. "don't cry. it'll be be-better this way." he said, caressing your soft skins, admiring.

you felt the liquid seep into your veins, going through your blood. soon enough, you fell back asleep.

hours have passed. you woke up, noticing you were laid in a bed, being covered by striped blankets. you looked around the room, only being lit by a small desk lamp . you turned your head to the wall and saw a bunch of pictures, seeing a girl in most of them. she looked unsuspected, seeing as she looked like she didn't even know she was being photographed. one was her in a park just reading a book, another while another was while she was sleeping. feeling creeped out, you backed away. you stepped down from the bed, your now bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. the wood creaked under you as you stepped, walking to the door. you opened the door, slightly peeking your head out and hearing small chatter. "what? what do you mean you just brought her in? do you know how much trouble we'll be in?!" a man yelled. "i already told him. i h-had this plan for months. and now i can finally go through with it." another spoke.

you backed away into the room, closing the door. you were confused. you felt like you didn't belong, like this wasn't your home. what plan was he talking about? did it include you?

toby and masky were in the kitchen. masky was yelling at toby for bringing someone in, a human girl to be exact. "why the hell is there a girl in your bedroom?" masky asked. "i brought her in. her name is—" "what? what do you mean you just brought her in? do you know how much trouble we'll be in?!" masky yelled. toby sighed, "i already told him. i h-had this plan for months. and now i can finally go through with it."

masky sighed, "you better hope this stupid ass plan works. if it doesn't, boss will kill you and her." he said, looking at him with contempt, then shaking his head and walked away, leaving toby alone.

toby sighed and headed back to the room. opening the door, he saw you cowering in the corner of the bedroom. he sighed. "you're awake." he ran his hand through his hair and sat at the foot of the bed "you don't need t-to be scared anymore. i-i'm safe." he lied. he was a danger to society and he knew it, but he didn't want you attacking and possibly running off. besides, how would you react if he told you he's a wanted serial killer?

you stayed in the corner, trying to decide whether or not you should trust him. you stayed silent for a while, desperately trying to remember him, hell if you even knew him. he could possibly be someone you don't even know. he sighed, turning his head and rolling his eyes. he figured that dealing with someone who lost their memories would be hard.

he started to think of a story, one that would be somewhat believable. "i'm your friend. you remember me, right? my name is t-toby." he said, to which you shook your head. "well, either way, we.. you, um, got into an accident. s-so i took you in!" he lied. you seemed to believe it. "b-but, how..?" you said, your puppy eyes looking at him. "it's a story for another day, are you hungry?" he asked, to which you nodded. you felt drained, mentally and physically.

he walked out the room, to which he was met face to face with hoodie. "tim told me about your little plan. is it going well? is she okay?" he asked. "s-she's none of your concern." he said, walking to the kitchen. "hm." hoodie hummed.

toby prepared a simple meal, and when it was done, he served you. you ate hungrily, finishing the meal in under a minute . "thank you .. " you said, voice calm but soft and quiet. he nodded, taking the plate and going to the kitchen to put it into the sink. he leaned against the marbled counter, wondering how he would deal with you. should he teach you how to be a killer like him, or keep your innocence ?

he decided on the first option. he would rather you to be like him instead of trying to hide you from everything. but, first he would have to make you get comfortable with him first. he sighed, he walked down the hall to clockwork's room, since she was the only one he really spoke to and wouldnt be weirded out from his question.

knocking on the door, he waited a few seconds before she opened the door, her green and clocked eye looking at him. "what?" she spat out, "calm down. i'm just asking for a favour." he asked, "do you have any extra clothes?" he sighed. "uh, yeah. for what?" she asked, walking to her closet and pulling out some shirts and pants from her drawer, "it's for uh.. a girl. dont worry about it." he said, walking inside but looking down at the floor.

clockwork dumped the clothes into his arms, "thanks c." toby said, walking to his room, carefully opening the door so he doesn't drop anything. he walked into you laying on the bed, bored out of your mind. "i'm surprised you didn't leave." he said, dropping the clothes on the bed. "i got you clothes so you can change." you sat up, going through the clothes. you decided on a pair of ripped jeans, a simple burgundy tee shirt and a black zip up jacket. he left the room so you could get changed.

when he left, you swiftly changed into the new clothes, and looked at yourself in a mirror he had nearby. looking at your features, you look exactly like the girl in those pictures. you got chills, but honestly thought nothing of it. he was your friend, right? maybe those pictures were consensual, although you had 0 memory of it. but then again, you had no memories.. you couldn't remember anything.

what a shame.

you shook off the thought and exited his room. were those pictures really you? you thought, walking down the empty halls into a living room, to which you met 2 new people, talking to toby in the dining room.

the first person you noticed was a tall, pale guy, with a slitten smiling face and jet black hair. although the scars were scabbed and seemed to be healing, it was like he was continuing to cut them fresh to keep the smile from healing fully. he was wearing a bloody white hoodie with black jeans and black vans. the other was a short, blonde, elf kid who was bleeding from his dark eye sockets . your head fuzzed, you felt like you could remember him, but you can't place your finger on where.

the pale guy suddenly spoke to toby, looking your figure up and down. "your little girlfriends here." he teased, chucking darkly. you tilted your head, confused. toby walked up to you, "we need to go, i have to train you." "for what?" you asked. "er, for.. fighting. yeah, fighting." he completely lied. you shrugged your shoulders and followed him outside and into an open field behind the house. "here." he gave you a fake knife, since he didn't want to hurt you since you're still a beginner. "i thought you meant fist fighting." you said, looking at the dull blade the knife had. "nope." he said. "try to dodge me." he said, lunging at you quickly, to which you dodged from reflexes and made him miss. "good job, but this is just a start." he smirked under his mask.

oh boy..

eventually, weeks turned into months and you got more comfortable with everyone in the mansion. sure, you made your frenemies, like jeff, or your best friends, like toby, jane and clockwork. you even got little sisters you never had, like sally and lazari.

but, that also means you had to change yourself to fit in with the others. your original (h/c) hair has now been dyed to a (d/h/c). you changed the way you did your makeup, your fashion, you got tattoos from a nearby tattoo shop and scars on your body from previous training with toby or clockwork,and overall changed your personality. you went from a naive girl to an independent woman, you didn't need a man.

although you had that mindset, you and toby started dating a while after you joined him in the mansion.

you were happy with him, and he was happy with you. now he doesn't have to sneak and take pictures of you, he can finally get them consensually whenever he wanted, and he didn't have to hide himself from you. you two went on missions together all the time, killing anyone you saw, and everyone who judged your relationship with him.

the end. ♡

- he completely gets it. he doesn't question it when you sink into yourself in the face of any social environment, doesn't question it when you cling to his side on any excursion, doesn't question it when you hold his hand just a little tighter in the presence of others - he squeezes right back, like his own little way of saying "it's alright, i'm here, i've got you". he knows that he's your person, that he's the only one that can make it better in those moments, and he's alright with having that dependence on his shoulders. anything you need.

- he's incredibly protective over you. your social ineptitude makes you an easy target - he knows by the way some of the others talk about you when you aren't around, knows by the way they talk when they think he's not listening - so he leads you around like a guard dog, acting as a defensive barrier between you and everything else, baring his teeth at any notion of hostility. god help anyone who thinks they can give you shit. he's just so afraid of something happening to you... if he's always there, then nothing will. the two of you are hardly ever apart. he makes sure of it.

- he knows you gravitate toward the background, but he also hates to see you all by yourself. he's aware that it's not that you don't want to talk to people, it's just that you can't, so he tries to help by taking you by the hand and acting as a sort of buffer between you and others. he figures you'd rather feel included than ignored. if he notices you start to trip over yourself - he's very in tune with you, can tell when your heartbeat starts to get all uneasy, can tell when your body begins to flush with embarrassment - he tries to distract you from it in little subtle ways, like gently doing The Thumb Thing or redirecting the conversation elsewhere to allow you a moment to collect yourself. it's all worth it to see you with a smile on your face rather than overshadowed in the corner of the room.

- the two of you are ALWAYS all over each other. pda up to the fucking nines dude. physical touch is absolutely his love language - that, and he's learned that touch helps keep you grounded, helps keep you present, helps you from getting too deep in your own head. he'll guide you around with a hand on your shoulder or the back of your neck, he'll sit with you shoulder-to-shoulder no matter where you are, he'll rub your back while he's talking to someone to show that, while his eyes are somewhere else, his attention is never off you. he isn't afraid to show his affection for you in front of others. in fact, he asserts it. uses it as a sort of warning. while he's got you caged in his arms from behind, he's staring them down with a knowing sort of glint in his eye, something that says "watch yourself, motherfucker". he gets treated like a joke a lot of the time, but when it comes to you, everyone just knows not to fuck with him.

- toby goes fucking BALLISTIC over halloween oh my god. it's the only time of the year where he can go into town and just be normal. everyone's got masks on, everyone's donning costumes, so he blends in like butter on bread. being able to exist in a public space without so much as a dirty look is fucking elating, it's one of the only graces of normalcy that he gets and he milks the opportunity for everything its got. what most would treat like any other day, he treats like a paragon. for one night he isn't toby rogers, wanted dead or alive - he's just some guy.

- he's suuuper fucking annoying about it too. he wants to do ALL the halloween stuff and he WILL drag you along with him whether you want it or not. his mansion buds aren't exempt from this treatment either no one is safe

- before night falls and the real fun begins, you guys are staying in and he's making SURE you have a good day. he's got those cheap halloween cookies in the oven (you know the ones they got pumpkins on em), his place is done up with lights and tacky dollar store decorations, and he's got a pot of apple cider simmering on the stove that mixes with the woodsy smell of his cabin just fucking beautifully. he tries really hard.

- he gets really fucking into it, and you can't help but find his admittedly childlike excitement over it a little endearing. if you ever commented on it, about how he hardly gets this excited over anything else, he'd probably just get all weirdly defensive and dismissive over it. he's been this way about it since he was a kid, never really grew out of it. even after everything.

- he's putting out a SPREAD of treats for you guys: candy corn, caramel corn, the works. can't have it any other way if you're marathoning slashers. there's a sort of unmentionable effort he puts into it with the halloween paper plates he goes out of his way to get (steal), one of those little details that puts this subdued warmth in your chest. he wants to make everything nice for you. he wants for you to have good things.

- you two. on his pilled up couch. grandpa sweaters. steaming apple cider in thrifted (stolen) mugs. flannel blanket. crackling embers from the log burner. oh yeah baby

- he makes halloween movie watchlists. oh yeah he's serious about this. he only really likes the kind of stuff you can snag off rental store shelves: sleepaway camp for eye candy (we need more slutty slutty men in horror flicks), hellraiser but only the 1987 one, texas chainsaw massacre but only the 1974 one (he's got a crush on leatherface that he'll never admit to anyone or himself), the thing is his fucking FAVORITE horror movie of all time, throw the final destinations in there just for fun, stuff like that. saw movies are his guilty pleasure. even with you, he tries to be some hard-ass and play it off when he gets all spooked and jumpy, though the way he clings to you just a little tighter says something else.

- yea this man has split skulls and gotten brain matter stuck in his hair and horror movies still scare him

- now the most important question: costumes.

- ok i have two visions for what he'd be and in both events he's forcing you to dress up with him: for one i can totally see him throwing on some ferris bueller getup and dragging you along as either sloane or cameron, or y'all are going as bill and ted and he's calling dibs on bill (so he has an excuse to wear a crop top it's totally only for the costume). if you refuse to dress up he will not shut up about how you're "no fun" until you give in

- he also uses the holiday as an opportunity to terrorize the general public. you guys are hiding out in corn mazes and jumping out at whatever poor soul happens to walk by like some surprise scare actor, pretending to be ghosts to scare off the kids who think hanging out at cemeteries makes them cool. he's the village menace. genuinely the HOA puts up a sign saying look out for this guy

- he takes you "trick or treating" but with the biggest quotations ever. he'll go around to the houses that just have bowls of candy out with a sign that says "please take one" or something and straight up just take the bowl

- when he isn't having (mostly) harmless fun and treating the townspeople like his plaything, he's treating you to some good wholesome traditional halloween activities, and he's a massive sucker for those. like, no fucking question about it he is dragging your ass to the pumpkin patch. if he's lucky he can get a five finger discount on some caramel apples for you two. of COURSE he's hauling some pumpkins home for you guys to carve, even if he'll just inevitably leave them to rot on his porch but he SWEARS he'll throw them out soon he SWEARS

- he insists on going to at least one haunted house even though he's the one that always gets you two kicked out for clocking scare actors. he's banned from most of them

- at some point in the night you'll probably end up crashing some college house party and, even though they scare him shitless, nothing makes him feel more like a guy than standing around with a red solo cup in his hand. he isn't there to make friends anyway (god knows he has no clue how), he's the one that just kinda pets the dog the entire time then leaves

im toby and im a psych major in college :] check out my carrd if you wanna know more

im very autistic and very awful at talking to people if you ever wonder whats wrong with me its that

i had unrestricted internet access as a small child so ive been in the creepypasta fandom since i wus like 10 . i have roots in quotev and (gags) amino

what i post ...

i basically just post about ticci toby . headcanons mostly, but i do writing and x reader stuff when i have free time (when im on break/dont have school)

my dms and ask box are open for whatever, say anything you want i love talking to you guys :]

requests ...

as of now requests are open season, havent really got a feel for what im willing/not willing to write yet so go wild lmao . just keep in mind i only write for toby

if i ever dont respond to a request/ask it either means i didnt understand it (autism) or i didnt know what to say (autism) . its nothing against you (its autism)

if youre <18 DO NOT REQUEST NSFW . i get that you cant really regulate that cus yk anons but i would hope you guys respect my wishes at least . i regard all of you as my friends please be kind to me

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#tobyworks is for any writing that isnt a bulleted hc post

#tobynsfw is for when i inevitably start writing porn

#tobywords is when im just yammerin or it isnt particularly crp related

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backing away from the garden, you felt static buzzing in your ears and brain. you walked up the stairs weakly, slamming the door behind you. "you better not break my damn door-" you heard your mother speak, then paused once she saw your weak state. "what happened? i'm gone for 5 minutes and you get sick somehow? i can't ever leave you alone." she said, pulling you to the couch, setting a glass of tea on the coffee table. you tried telling her what happened, "mom. i'm not crazy. i'm not fucking crazy!" you yelled out, tears spilling down your cheeks. you looked up at her, her face looking concerned. "mom! stop looking at me like that!" you screamed, running up into your room. you were confused, scared, worried. what was happening to you?

after that incident, you just keep seeing him. well, them. it seemed like no matter where you went, you couldn't hide from them. they were watching you like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey.

you were afraid to tell anyone about them..

it was terrifying.

you were on your way to a cafe, laptop in hand along with your crossbody bag. silently hoping the laptop situation wouldn't be like the last time. you walked inside the building, being greeted by the smell of coffee and muffins. you walked up to the register, placing your order then paying. you sat down, taking off your bag and waited a while, until you heard your name being called. you walked up and grabbed the cup and sat back down, opening your laptop and typing in your password.

suddenly, you felt a chill go down your spine and looked up, seeing a man walk inside. you stared, realizing how familiar he looked. he had light beard stubble, slightly curly brown hair and pale skin. his eyes were dark with eye bags, seeming like he didn't sleep for days. he had a large, thick padded bandage on his face. now for his outfit? he was just wearing a black hoodie, jeans and some converse. just a basic guy, but why did he seem so familiar?

the environment made you uncomfortable. you tried ignoring it by just focusing on your work, but every time you looked up you saw him staring at you from another table. you quickly got up, your laptop in your arms and walked out the building. unbeknownst to you, you forgot your bag.

the man noticed you were gone, but realized your bag was still there. he looked around, seeing as everyone else was focused on other things, he went and grabbed the bag. he went after you, looking for you in the streets. that was, until he saw you turn the corner.

he couldn't understand how you could just forget a bag like this, with your school items, and personal belongings in it.

wait.

your personal belongings..

this was his chance.

he took your phone, your id, and a chapstick you had completely forgotten was even in there.

he shoved the items into his pocket, and went after you. "ma'am!" he yelled from the corner. you saw him, "why're you following me?!" you yelled out, until you realized he had your bag. you finally remembered you forgot it, and facepalmed yourself. "shit, i forgot. thank you." you said, walking towards him and taking the bag. "no worries" he aid quietly, his eyes seeming to be burning into yours. "sorry, i..i need to be leaving now." he said, quickly walking off. you were a little confused, looking into the bag. realizing he took some of your things, your instincts told you go to after him. but after he turned the corner, he was gone.

nonetheless, you were unable to get your stuff back.

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toby got to the mansion, ignoring peoples greetings and immediately ran to his room, slamming the door. he went to his desk, dropping the contents from his pocket. your id, your phone and the chapstick. he was sure you'd start trying to search for it, or maybe just get a new one. it didn't matter to him. "ben!" he called out, to which ben came in from the tv. "what? i'm busy trying to annoy jeff." ben said, his voice glitchy and somewhat robotic. "c..can you get into her p..phone for me?" toby said, "oh, uh, sure."

after ben got into your phone and unlocked it for him, even changing the password to something simple so toby would be able to get in whenever he liked. toby started going through everything. 

oh, i mean everything.

your photos, your texts, your social media, every single thing. he didn't leave anything behind.

he basically had a shrine for you, he was so obsessed with you it was truly sickening. he'd adorned his bedroom walls with photographs of her— all framed in gold. some were where he was tucked behind a tree, while she ate on the park bench; one was taken while she was sleeping soundly; while others might have been random moments immortalized and brought back to life on his wall.

he printed your photos, hanging them with pride in front of his bed. toby had a strange obsession with you, something that seemed to grow more and more each day; an infatuation that began to be cause for concern. he was constantly thinking about you and picturing you in his mind. his room was becoming a shrine of sorts, with pictures of you everywhere he looked. he was losing sight of the fact that this wasn't normal behavior.

he smiled, and quickly left at the same pace he entered, leaving for the forest, then soon, your home.

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you were in the car, driving home. you were stressed out from losing a bunch of things. your phone, your id, even your friends. you knew your phone and id was taken from that guy at the cafe, but you didn't understand why he took it.

you parked and locked your car once you got out. you used your key, walking inside to a cold house. "ma?" you called out. you assumed she was taking a nap, since she would usually do that before she left for work on the night shift. you dropped your bag off by the table, like you usually do. you started walking upstairs, the floor boards creaking.

the closer and closer you got, the worse a smell barricaded your nose. it smelled terrible

you started getting nervous, seeing flies fly around in the hallway, swarming the room your mother resides in.

you carefully opened the door, feeling yourself fall to your knees as you saw her.

opening the door to my mother's bedroom. it was dark, and at first all i saw was a shadowy figure lying still on the bed. as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, however, i could make out more details – her pale face and lifeless body beneath an old quilt she had always loved so much. fear crept through me as i realized what had happened – that in this room of comfort and safety there lay only deathly silence...

looking up, i saw the window broken with glass all over the floor as i collapsed onto the floor, grief overwhelming me.

you had no idea who could have done this to her, or why they would do such a thing.

"mama, no.." you covered your mouth and nose, hating the smell of death in it. you ran out and closed the door, sobbing after seeing the scene in front of you. you didn't understand why all these things were happening to you. was this some kind of karma? was someone out for you? you were extremely confused. you ran downstairs, getting the house phone and calling the police.

you were getting interrogated by a female police officer outside the house. "do you have any idea who could have done this?" she asked. "no," was all you could say.

"when did you find her body?" she asked. "like 30 minutes ago. i just got home a-and i saw her there.." you said, tears continuing to spill from your eyes. you turned your head to the dark forest, seeing the guy from the cafe again.

this time, with a bloody hatchet and that same hoodie. you could very clearly recognize him though. your eyes widened as you finally realized what was happening, why everyone you loved was dying.

he was stalking you..

it was his fault.

you stood up, the officer getting alarmed. "ma'am?" she asked, "it's his fault!" you said, pointing to the man who had disappeared in a second. "ma'am. are you okay? i understand this situation maybe be traumatic but-" "no, i know what i saw! i'm not fucking crazy! it's because of that fucking slenderman and- and his stupid minions! they're killing everyone i love.." you said, sitting back down on the patio chair. the woman sighed, "ma'am, do you have any kinds of mental illness?" the police asked. you looked up, "no, no.. at least not any i know of.. no! i don't." you muttered out. she raised an eyebrow and wrote something on the notepad

"alright, we'll im going to have to set you into a mental hospital because of your current actions. it'll only be for about a month or 2, or until the doctors think you are better." and with that, you were escorted to the police car.