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my creepypasta phase is creeping back up and it’s concerning but ARHGHHHH TICCI TOBY MY BELOVEDDDD
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Toby hcs pls
Toby grew up in a home that wasn't always full of love and warmth - at least, not when his dad was around.
But when he, Lyra, and their mother were alone, the mood was noticeably lighter, and they could almost make themselves believe that they were a normal family.
Lyra was a very playful, fun-loving kinda girl, so it wasn't uncommon for her to just randomly pounce on Toby and send him spiraling into a giggle fit. This is, obviously, because she knew where to target.
Toby can't feel pain - his CIPA prevents it. Too bad it doesn't stop him from feeling the wrath of tickles, too, because he would prefer that.
After his family was dead, all of his emotions shut down for a while, and he just assumed that he was no longer ticklish, because, how could he possibly be after something so traumatic? Surely it wouldn't still be possible to tickle him.
Well, unfortunately for Toby, that little detail about himself never went away. In fact, it only got more prominent as time passed.
Where jabbing him on the side would have only elicited a flinch and small chuckle in the past, if one were to prod in the same spot, he'd be slamming his hand over his mouth and getting as far away from the culprit as possible.
Nowhere on his feet or legs is he ticklish, like at all. If you wanna get a reaction, you're gonna need to go for the weak spots.
The hips. Are. Ridiculously sensitive.
That's pretty much the only place you can touch that will have him in hysterics in little time.
But be careful; he's a kicker, and though it'll be an accident, you'll still end up with a bloody nose if you don't find some way to control those legs of his.
He is definitely more of a ler than a lee, since he was never really fond of being tickled. The same can't be said when he's not on the receiving side of it.
He's a mischievous little gremlin when he takes the notion, so if you happen to be around when he's feeling that way...good luck.
He's not much of a teaser. Much like his older sister, he will jump on you without a single warning and get to work, not giving you a chance to escape or get nervous from the anticipation.
He's very good with his hands, so expect to be a wriggling pile of desperate chortles soon after he decides to attack.
Praying that he doesn't know your worst areas will be for naught, because Toby being Toby, will manage to find them. All of them. And he's quite eager to exploit them, too.
Though, these tickle sessions that he dishes out from time to time don't last more than a couple of minutes. He's a nice ler and will always make sure not to push you to your limit.
When he's finished, he'll climb off of you and give your head a gentle pat; a wordless "I'm done now, it's okay".
Then he'll let you fall asleep on him if you so desire.
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A Proxy's Memories || CreepyPasta Tk Fic
A/N: Sinner, you should not have influenced me. Also sorry if this is ooc, I haven't seen anything about the Pasta's in a while lmfao, enjoy!
Summary: Toby has been acting out of the ordinary while his out doing his missions, unlucky for him, the boss seems to notice and takes it into his own hands.
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Masky and Hoody had been in the mansion, chatting to eachother, and as they speak, silence fell as Slender Man had approached. His silence spoke for him, as Masky cleared his throat.
"Slender, sir, as you requested, we brought down those hikers, however, after we did, Toby started to act.. abnormal."
He said, a tendril floating up from behind him, ticked to know that Toby wasn't back with them. His attention was caught once more when Hoody spoke.
"Yes, Slender, he was acting odd, he refused to kill this young female, almost like he saw someone in her? It was awfully strange, and once we finished the job, he stormed off, claiming he needed some alone time. We apologize that we didn't bring him back."
The two boy towards the entity, as he nods his head, before making his way out, instructing the two to stay here and finish the rest of their duties as he has a chat with their fellow proxy.
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"Stupid! Gah!" The ticking boy sat against a rock in the middle of nowhere, tears threatening to fall. "That isn't her, no, she's dead!" He rubbed his temple, groaning as the thoughts circled his mind. The day he slaughtered the rest of his family, it was a cruel scene, but one beast he couldn't hold back no more.
As he continued his sobs, a large, pure white hand rested on his shoulder, he looked up quickly, his head cocking to the side twice due to his tics, as he grunted at the painful jerks.
"Slender? I'm sorry I didn't go back, I was-"
He went silent, as Slender spoke to him through his mind, he telepathy helping sooth Toby with his silent words.
"You.. You're right, it was a bit childish.. I'm sorry, Slender." He said, making the tall entity nod, before several tendrils flew outwards, large, scrawny hands holding Toby's wrists above he's head, causing him to spasm at the unusual touch.
"S-Slender, sir.. What're you doing? I apologize for anything I did wro- Gah!?"
And with that, a curious tendril gently ran down his side, making him flinch away from the touch, only to have his other side exposed to the same treatment, making him hold back giggles.
"S-Slender- W-What do you mean 'are you ticklish'? I don't k-knohow!" He jerked, a bit from his tics, but otherwise, Slender was quickly getting to him. Slender's freakishly long, scrawny finger's made them look like claws, no, talons of a bird, and not many people knew that. Not to mention how cold his touch was, so his tendrils tickling his now bare side, as they wriggled under his clothes, made it 10× worser.
Toby's thoughts were broken as he felt two extra tendrils slither down his sleeves and nuzzle against his armpits, causing him to giggle.
"Slehender! Plehehease! I-I- agh! Ihi didn't k-knohow I wahas!" Toby practically glitched, and he could swear somewhere over Slender's canvas of a face, he was grinning under he's layers.
Within a few more merciless minutes of gentle torture, the slim entity released the smaller, as he heaved, putting his goggles on to hide the little mirth he had, and Slender's body quivered as a rumble erupted, resembling what seemed to be a laugh from said entity.
"T-Thank you, sir, I feel much better."
Toby smiled up underneath his mask towards the suit wearing entity, as Slender just bowed, tendrils disappearing.
And with that, Toby, and the other Proxies made an oath never to be upset again.
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BLOCKING THEIR KISSES + CREEPYPASTA MEN.
Masterlist. / Requests?
SYNOPSIS: How they'd react to you dodging one of their kisses.
PAIRINGS. Jeff the killer x reader , Ticci Toby x reader , Eyeless Jack x reader , Hoodie x reader , Masky x reader , Homicidal Liu x reader , Ben Drowned x reader
GENRE + WARNINGS. Nothing too explicit. It's mostly fluff overall.
ﾒ JEFF
Usually — he isn't very affectionate. So one of the fairly rare times he decides to press a chaste kiss onto your cheek, and you dodge? He takes it as disrespect. Will probably and very suddenly — take a hold of your collar rather roughly, pull you into him, lips colliding as you were completely dumbfounded. He wouldn't even be gentle about it either, he'll probably give your lips a rough tug if he's feeling especially petty. The kiss he gives you will calm him down in a few moments, but he will grunt in annoyance, becoming conscious of the reason he had been slightly irritated with you.
ﾒ TOBY
He is extremely affectionate — he's constantly pressing kisses against your skin, and muttering compliments. So the next time he leans in for a kiss, and you press your hand against his mouth before he can manage — he's a little oblivious, he genuinely thinks you just want him to kiss your hand. He brought your hands to his cheeks to rub their backs against his skin. You absolutely flush when he begins peppering them with kisses so soft it almost made you question if he was even making contact. This man is so persistent with his affection.
ﾒ JACK
Will most likely bite your hand. Contrary to popular belief — Jack isn't as mature as most people think. Yes, he's usually one of the more level-headed and mature ones among the creeps, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have his petty moments. The moment you press your hand against his face before he has the chance to kiss you— he's sinking his teeth in your hand with an annoyed expression. The bite isn't hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to basically tell you to stop your shit, and give him a kiss already. He deserves it! (He thinks he's entitled to your affectionation, and you feed into this delusion.)
ﾒ HOODIE
It's been an incredibly long day for him, he's finally home after an unnecessary amount of proxy work, and he's ready to just fall asleep with you. He leans in for a kiss — but when he's denied of it, he definitely just ignores your action and attempts to kiss you again. Making the mistake of pressing your hand against his mouth before he can kiss you will result in him glaring at you a little. Watching you, Hoodie smirks as he lands a gentle yet sharp slap on your backside — just to get back at you for being a little shit.
ﾒ MASKY
This man. He's so petty. As soon as you decide to dodge him, there’s a pair of auburn eyes burning holes in the side of your head and you can feel the gaze penetrating further and further into your skull with each passing second. Will actively ignore you until you decide to just give in, and kiss him — he might even ignore your affection if he's really feeling petty. He bites. Not just your neck, he bites your shoulder, your arm. You assume he’s going insane since he has you pinned against the bed.
ﾒ LIU
This man is so cute — if you playfully press your hand against his mouth when he tries to kiss you, he'll only smirk a little before grabbing your hand. He'll turned them around, rubbing his calluses with his thumb as he admired them. Hid lips drew a trail in kisses as they made their way up your hands from the base of your palms to the tips of your fingers. He'll compliment you — tell you how your hands are one of his favorite things. Your heart racing and breathing quickening, before you pulled his hands to your lips for a kiss of your own.
ﾒ BEN
Will fight you. Finds it annoying at first how you straight up dodged his kiss. Trying to fight back the urge to pounce on you and giggle with you like a shy school boy. After he resorts to tickling your sides he gives up and spins around to grab your hands, tumbling on the bed and wrestling with you. He doesn’t need any strength to keep you down, you’re too busy laughing under him — he presses a few kisses to your face and has a goofy little smile on his face.
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𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩*ೃ༄
(Includes: Jeff the Killer, EJ, Ticci Toby, Nina the Killer, Kate the Chaser.)
: ̗̀➛Back to source
╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
Wasn’t ready for it.
Like…
At all.
What are you actually supposed to do when you walk into your partner doing their makeup to look like you…?
He stared at the makeup around your mouth that was mimicking his cut smile.
He’d think it was real if he hadn’t seen the makeup brush in hand and the darkest red eyeshadow you could get on the vanity.
His exact words were:
“What the actual fuck are you doing??”
You explained the whole shower makeup thing to him. He personally thinks you’re weird for this. Why do your makeup just to wash it off?
He doesn’t come in your room anymore before you go in the shower…
╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤
Another one who wasn’t ready for it.
He’d forgotten his scalpel for his… night activities…
“Hey, have you seen- … Why are you blue…?”
He stared at you intensely waiting for some answers.
He doesn’t know what’s going on since his eye sight is, like, REALLY BAD.
You drop the makeup brush, eyes wide. Blabbering about pre-shower makeup and how it’s practically a ritual.
Riiighhttttt…
He’ll laugh about it later though, won’t look at you doing your makeup the same EVER again.
╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲
Woahhhhhhh!
“MY TURN!”
HIM NEXT, HIM NEXT, HIM NEXT!
He wants to have a go!
He loves when you do your makeup, he feels like he’s getting in on something he shouldn’t know…
You’ll be sharing the stool of your vanity, brushing the makeup brush against his skin. As he try’s to sit as still as possible giggling as the brush tickles his skin.
(I searched it up, people w cipa respond well to tickling.)
He over all just loves when you do his pre-shower makeup. He feels like he’s getting pampered.
He’s a chancer and will try to join you in the shower too. (It’s up to you how it goes though)
╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
She came into your room to borrow you bronzer for her pre-shower makeup!!
She’s excited as fuck since she thought she was the only girl in the manor who did this.
“I’ll do yours if you do mine!!”
Girlys ecstatic.
Like with Toby, it becomes a ritual of sorts and you guys ALWAYS!! Have to do it together.
And before you guys head into separate bathrooms to shower, lots of selfies will be taken to remember each time.
Like a get ready with me shower edition™
╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫
Knows exactly what’s happening when she walks in.
She knew all too well from witnessing this exact routine with Nina.
All she wanted was some loving from her girlfriend and now she has to wait until you wash all the makeup off during your shower.
That may turn into an everything shower due to embarrassment from getting caught.
“Pfft…”
She’ll snort out a laugh, before closing the door and coming back in after your shower.
Will tease you about it as you guys snuggle though.
✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do pros and cons of dating the proxies? if it's too much you can just do Ticci Toby, Thank you!
Hello! This is such a fun ask, I love it!!!! For right now tho I am unsure how I feel about writing Tim/Masky and Hoodie/Brian in romantic settings just because they are real people behind the characters and I am not fully comfortable writing that. I may in the future, but right now I am not! Hope you enjoy Toby's though :)
Pros and Cons of dating Toby
Pros
You are always entertained. There is never a dull moment with Toby. He loves arts and crafts, and wants to do them with you often. If you're not looking, he will draw a quick sketch of you and write a note on the back to give to you later.
On his good days he will be doting and a bit clingy. He will want to be next to you and make sure that you have everything you need.
Toby will always bring you small gifts. It's mainly things he finds out on missions that remind him of you. Most aren't anything crazy. He will bring you cool rocks, or maybe a hunk of wood that he had carved into a heart. Yet, occasionally he will find something bigger while digging through his victims house (like that pair of shoes you had been talking about for MONTHS).
Loves affection, both giving and receiving. He doesn't care if he is the big spoon or little spoon, just as long as he can be next to you.
Since he can't feel anything, he likes to tickle your back and watch your reactions. He doesn't mind you can't exactly return the favor, he just enjoys making you feel good.
Cons
He's kind of a wise ass, but is wrong a lot. Even though he is wrong (and kinda fucking rude about it), he will defend his stance to the death.
On his bad days hes almost impossible to be around. He will yell and snap at you, but his anger is more directed at himself if anything.
When he gets like this, he needs his space. Sometimes it can be days on end, which is super emotionally taxing and can leave you wondering if you did something wrong.
He does have a bit of a sadistic side at times. In his moods, he will purposely try to embarrass you and then make fun of you for his own pleasure. He is very hot and cold, and sometimes his mood will switch at the smallest of things.
Super stubborn, as said before. He is not afraid to start a fight if he thinks that he is in the right. In his anger, he might let slip a few hurtful names and words.
And that's all I have at the moment! I hope you liked it :) - Ghost
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Maybe Creepy Pasta guys with hyper active S/O?
Creeps with a Hyper Active S/O
Ben Drowned
Same.
Well, okay, maybe not “same” same, but same.
Like, he can sit still for hours on ends, but he’s also bouncing off the walls?
But he doesn’t sleep.
And he’s always glued to a video game.
Or pranks.
So yeah, he has tons of energy and can absolutely match yours.
Bloody Painter
Gods no.
Man is tired.
He likes the peace and quiet.
He can handle your energy for a little while, but it’s draining.
Once his battery is out he has to have some alone time to recharge.
CandyPop
Absolutely yes.
Both of you are super active, and it often results in a ton of tickle fights and other various play fights.
And pranks.
He also loves it when you act out with him.
So yes.
He loves it.
Eyeless Jack
It’s…
Sort of off putting to him.
Like yeah can can deal with it…
But he really doesn’t want to.
Also he’s busy, so…
He’ll probably just hand you over to Jeff and Ben when it’s getting too much for him to handle.
Homicidal Liu
Of course he can handle it.
He is Jeff’s brother, after all.
He doesn’t really partake in any crazy activities you come up with…
But he does follow you around so you don’t get hurt.
If you do, he’s there to help.
Jeff the Killer
He is also very hyper active.
The only times he’s not bouncing off the walls is when he’s sleeping.
And even then he moves around a lot.
He just has so much energy.
Give it to me.
Even when he’s playing video games he’s bouncing his leg.
He isn’t allowed to sit on the couch anymore because he shakes the whole thing when he bounces.
Ticci Toby
He matched your energy.
But only when he’s in a positive mood.
If not…
He will push you awake, verbally and physically, to get some space.
He doesn’t want to hurt you when he’s in a bad mood… if he’s thinking straight.
So it’s honestly 50/50.
He either loves or hates all of the energy you have.
He’s really good at wearing you down though.
Take that as you please. 
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Can I ask you what requests are in the inbox right now? I can’t remember if I sent mine in or not. Thank you!
Course you can; I've simplified it all as much as I can, seeing as some are quite detailed. At the moment, I have 28 requests which include:
JOHN DOE
TV-watching - imagine
"More John Doe? Idc just anything. 🙏"
Wearing Doe's hoodie - headcanon
Chubby! s/o - headcanon
Curly-haired s/o - headcanon
Loving Doe just the way he is - imagine
COREY CUNNIGHAM
Corey & Michael being possessive (multiple requests 😏)
Bike riding with Corey - imagine
Jealous Corey Cunningham - headcanon
Corey Cunningham Fluff Alphabet
Watching scary movies with Corey - imagine
Yandere over each other - headcanon
Corey with reader on period - headcanon
Corey killing in front of reader - imagine
Badass reader and Corey - headcanon
OTHER SLASHERS:
Tickle fight with older Michael Myers - imagine
Touch starved, emotional s/o with multiple slashers - headcanons
Dating Older Michael Myers - headcanon
Dating the Sinclair brothers separately - headcanons
Childhood best friend reader and Jason Vorhees - headcanon
CREEPYPASTAS:
BEN Drowned and goth! s/o - headcanon
BEN Drowned and reader with trauma - headcanon
Dating Eyeless Jack - headcanon
Dating Laughing Jack - headcanon
Dating Ticci Toby - headcanon
Dating Jeff The Killer - headcanon
GAME YANDERES:
Dating Sunny Day Jack - headcanon
Dating Peter - headcanon
That's all I've got so far 😂
I'll be temporarily closing my inbox every time I hit 50 requests, to give me time to answer everyone in time. But for now, they're still open for every character and fandom on my pinned post, so check it out and send something in if you're interested 🙂
If you see one in this list that you want to be written first, comment if you like? I don't mind really; currently writing Jeff The Killer dating headcanons, but after that, I'll do whichever you want doing first. Maybe more Corey Cunningham or John Doe? It's been a while 🙃
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Lost Boy
Ticci Toby x Reader
It’s been months since you met him, he always appeared from the woods, and reminding you of a lost boy. A name you have lovingly called him by. He seems a little more troubled than usual and your headache won’t go away.
Warning: The following contains dark themes such as violence and minimal gore.
Reader’s discretion is advised.
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The hearty smell of mashed potatoes and chicken seemed resident to the kitchen air, even after supper was eaten and leftovers packed in the fridge. Well, all except for one serving, still warm and put in a perishable container. Your hand held a sharpie in its grasp, writing the identity of the meal's owner on the lid.
Someone's fist tapping three times onto the window pane brought a smile to your face, letting your feet pace you towards the origin of the sound.
The window swung open, a gloved hand gripping the edge of it as another clutched onto the window sill itself to pull their figure into the building. But there wasn't an ounce of fear in your body, for this moment was the reason you left that specific window unlocked. He was always polite enough to knock before entering.
"Nice to see you again, Lost Boy."
A nickname, one given to him all those months ago, when he appeared at your bedroom window soaked to the bone and shivering. You always found yourself thanking the storm that brought him to you.
Once he lifted a knee and rested it against the window sill for stability, his arms outstretched. There was zero hesitation in your actions, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck in a hug, one hand trailing up to give him a playful noogie. His chuckles vibrated against your chest and tickled your shoulder.
"That smells good—yummy—what’chu make?"
His head jerked back with the tic, an involuntary whistle slipping from his lips after he finished the sentence.
You pull away and give him a big grin, "I'm glad you asked, I made mashed potatoes and shake'n bake chicken. And I didn't burn any of them!"
The little celebratory dance you made proved to lift Toby's mood, his eyes crinkling slightly from behind his orange goggles.
But you suddenly perked up with realization, "Ooh—"
The sound pulled an accidental tic from Toby, his repeating the sound twice.
"Sorry… but I made you some as well."
You twirl around to grasp the container before facing the brunette once more, "For you!"
It was very obvious that you were extremely excited from your accomplishment in make dinner, something that you tend to wrestle your lack of motivation with.
He pulls his mask to hang off his neck, his jagged scarring vulnerable to the air, something that he wouldn't have been comfortable with a few weeks prior. The action alone softened your expression to a kind smile, eyes shining with awe. He glanced at you and give you a lopsided grin before looking back at his food.
"I also have dessert, vanilla sprinkled cupcakes. We could go eat at our spot?"
The spot, where a tree had fallen over a small ditch, the dead branches of the tree creating a natural shelter. It's a place where Toby doesn't have to deal with his work nor society and a place where you can enjoy the wilderness. Your place.
His body visibility relaxed at the suggestion, eyes softening at the idea. His mouth opened but he was promptly interrupted by a sudden jerk of his neck and arms, the word "tic" followed by a whistle and a curse pushing through his teeth. He looked a bit frustrated at the unintentional actions. At himself.
"Take your time, we have all night. Or at least I do." A bashful snicker shakes your shoulders at your blunder, successfully pulling Toby out of his frustration.
"I—Tic—Fuck! …I'd like that."
With that said, you immediately got to work, grabbing a plastic bag and the container of cupcakes, two cans of pop, before promptly throwing on a sweater and slipping on your sneakers. You approached him once more and gently grasped his arm, giving it a small pull.
The trip there was fun, full of laughter, playful fighting and chasing each other. It was like you two were kids again, feeling carefree in each other's presence. It was when you got to your esteemed sanctuary a tickle appeared in the back of your throat and a slight pulse became apparent in your head.
Did you drink enough water today? There's no other reason why you would be feeling this way…
Shaking it off you couldn't help but ask the question that has been bothering you for a little:
"What exactly do you do? Your job?"
The question alone caused a reaction from both of you, your blooming headache getting stronger as his entire body froze mid bite. His chest deflated as a sigh slipped through his lips, obviously too pleased with the question.
“I want to tell you—Quiet—Fuck!” He paused, letting himself take a breather before speaking, “But I can’t, the most I can say is that I work for a bad man and can’t get out—Tic! Of it.”
As off put were felt about that answer, you knew you couldn’t blame him. You already know of some questionable things from him, nothing he has ever told you but you were very observant. The metallic scent, the red stains that hadn’t washed out, his demeanor changing to one that is psychotic when his father is brought up. It then made sense why he seemed like that, his mental health being affected by his job and boss no doubt.
Or at least, that’s what you hoped.
He turned his head and stared deep into the woods, almost as if he was acknowledging something… or someone.
“I am very sorry…” He spoke without any tics, something very clearly on his mind.
“For what? There’s nothing to apologize to me for silly—”
“I’m am truly sorry—Fuck—for pretending to be a friend—Ooh!”
Wait… What?
“Very funny, Toby.”
The pulsing in your head quickly became pounding, the pressure behind your eyes and temples. What you thought was rushing blood in your ears shifted to a different sound, something more digital. It sounded like static. You attempted to blink away the pain in your eyes. the second you opened them again, a presence behind Toby took your gaze from him. A being taller than anything human, wearing a black suit. But its face... it didn’t have one. The sound in your ears, what you then knew as static raised in volume. blaring over anything else.
You snapped your attention back on the brunette and the expression on his face, what was once a friendly smile now a deadly stare, his hands holding two hatchets with dangerous intent. It was terrifying.
“Run.“
Your legs move with a mind of its own, pushing you to sprint through the trees. Sticks, tree saplings and pushes scratched at your legs through your pants, said clothing occasionally getting caught.
The woods seemed to do everything in its power to slow you down, endless despite going the direction of home, despite knowing the way there like the back of your hand. All just so you can be slaughtered by the hands of the one you once thought to be your friend.
There was no other way to live but hide as running wasn't an option anymore.
Tears were streaming down your face long before you recognized their presence, cheeks beginning to feel slightly sticky with everything drying tear track.
You could hear his tics, the cursing and other sounds that sounded like cries for help and mercy. That fact that he heard them often enough for them to become tics of his was absolutely horrific.
You needed to hide.
You slowed to a stop and crouched in the growth, eyes flickering everywhere for a potential hiding spot. Your frantic orbs landed on a stump, a hollowed stump, a short distance away. You dove for the stump, rolling slightly and letting out a his as a stinging sensation blossomed in your ankle.
Great, a sprained ankle.
You scooted into the wooden shelter, the stumps seemingly curling around your frame to further hide you away from murderous eyes.
And with that, you listened.
Not a single sound, which would have been comforting if you weren't in the woods. No indication of any wildlife was present.
Not even fucking mosquitoes.
"Found ya."
A screech ripped from your vocal chords as a familiar gloved grasped the fabric of your hoodie, yanking you out of your safe haven. You head knocked against the wood during the action, forcing you into a daze, head spinning and nose numb. The taste of metal in your mouth was your only indication of the fountain of blood pouring from your nose.
"Aw. Did that—Fuck—Woo—hurt?" His neck jerked so drastically that a crack echoed from it, his hand shaking you unintentionally in their grip with the tics.
Tears blurred your vision once again, a whimper falling from your mouth. He was so malicious now, what happened to your lost boy? The one who made you feel safe? The one who fought off a burglar for your safety? The one you made dinners for all the fucking time?
"D-did... Did it all really mean nothing too you?" Your voice cracked as you forced the words out, throat closing up with emotion.
A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest, his earthy eyes staring you down from behind his goggles.
"Of course it meant something to me. I—Fuck—always found you so adorable. Thinking I was some—Crazy—Woo—some distraught guy who needed an out." He let out a sigh, leaning his head back with a twitch, seemingly reminiscing about the months you knew each other.
He raised his head back up and lowered his mask down, keeping you from squirming in his other arm.
"It was nice knowing you—Fuck! But I'm afraid that—Tic—afraid that you have to die. Boss' orders. First, a goodnight kiss."
A sob pushed through your teeth as his chapped lips pressed against your own, the sensation pleasant but knowing that the second it ends means game over for you. A squeak ripped from you as his tongue push forward and claimed every inch of your mouth, both of his hands holding you hostage against his thin but sturdy figure.
A sudden chirp echoed from him as he pulled away, head turned to the side like he did at your spot. No doubt communicating with that faceless creature.
"Guess what? You—Fuck—Ooh... You were just saved by the bell. Slender says I can keep you—" his sentence was followed by a whistle and a few curses but his message was very clear.
From then on, you were a prisoner.
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Sound Effects and Overdramatics, Pt 28
🎊🎉✨(200 Followers Comfort Special!)✨🎉🎊
Cw: just pure fluff and my love of the John Dies at the End series! I was going through a hard time while writing this, so it was more for comfort. The plot will thicken next chapter; self ship pairing Grace H x Toby "Ticci Toby" Adams
Tw: tattoos, marijuana mention
One would think that, since I woke up so suddenly, effectively foiling Toby's sneak tickle attack, that he would have given up. These random "attacks" had been occurring since Toby discovered that either a) I wasn't ticklish, or, b) I was ticklish, just very good at hiding it. He had settled on option B. So his plan was to keep trying until he caught me off guard. I could actually see the moment Toby decided to go through with his plan. His eyes sparkled as he dug his fingers into the skin of my ribs, slightly flexing them as he moved his hands around on my sides. He studied my face closely, watching for signs of laughter to show him he had found success and a sensitive spot.
Toby eventually drew a laugh from me, but it was more because of my opinion that this was Toby at the height of adorability. I couldn't help but to give him the giggle he was working so hard for. Toby smiled crookely and victorious, and leaned down to kiss me slowly, nothing rushed or hurried about it. When he was done, Toby moved his body so he could rest his chin on my chest and rolled expressive but clouded eyes up to me. Light from one of the wall lamps, burning dimly on low, reflected off of Toby's milky eyes and it made them appear to glow like a cat's in the dark. He had something heavy on his mind, I could see it lurking under the surface. I reached out to push Toby's hair from his eyes.
"That's a pretty heavy look" I said, letting my fingers trail down to his cheek, "So what's wrong, love?"
Toby sighed and grinned sheepishly, "Nothing, sweetness, it's just..." Toby paused to find the right words, his eyes moving minutely as if he were physically searching through a list of words. "Things are about to really pick up, I can feel it. Especially with this meeting and- I don't know. I don't want you to leave later because nothing about my life is normal. But I want it to be."
"What? Normal?"
Toby nodded, his expression angsty as he averted his eyes, unable to meet my gaze. He started chewing his bottom lip.
"Oh sweetheart" I chuckled and cupped Toby's scarred cheek so he would look at me again. "Things have never been normal for us. We aren't a date night couple and probably never will be." Toby's once honeyed eyes met mine again and they looked a little relieved. But not by a lot, and he was still worrying at his bottom lip, his top right front tooth drawing his lip in for his left canine to nip at. "And that's fine" I reassured him, stroking my thumb softly along the bottom of Toby's cheek scar, "I was a homebody to begin with. Just my home has changed, that's all."
"The mansion?" Toby asked with a furrowed brow, confused, "Cos we can get a house of our own if you want. After things settle down."
I smiled, honestly about to laugh over Toby's obliviousness, "No, Toby, silly man" I slapped his shoulder playfully. "I said my home has changed because you're home. We could live in a cardboard box and it would be home because you're there with me. But if you're feeling mournful for a normal dating phase in our relationship, we could do that today." After all, Toby was right. Things were about to pick up. I remembered Zalgo's deep rumble, "Soon." A moment of brief panic hit me. How do I warn Toby about Mother's fears?
Toby pulled his head up, smiling hugely and suddenly excited, his moods transitioning fluidly. It was as if the thought had never occurred to him. He hovered over me on hands and knees, "What like a date day?"
I stole a glance at the clock across the room 12:47 pm. After we'd gotten in from Jack's, we'd showered and fallen asleep immediately. "Well, a date afternoon. But- yeah! Why not? It'll be our first and last shot at normalcy. Then we can be as weird as we need to be."
The last traces of worry left Toby's face, leaving him looking boyish and charming as he grinned at me.
He leaned in and kissed me again, nipping at my lips playfully before he pulled away and got out of bed. I followed, but my back complained at me for it; my spine protested being upright br aching dully at my lumbar region. I stretched, putting my hand over the stretch of spine that was bothering me. I could really do to have it popped.
And like that, Toby was there, taking be into a backwards embrace that smelled like crisp water, sharp geranium and amber wood. His hands captured my wrists and pulled them until he held my arms crossed over my chest. Then Toby adjusted his arms and grip until he clasped his right wrist with his left hand and his arms were wrapped around my chest and upper arms.
"Breathe out for me sweetness" Toby muttered into my ear, causing my skin to break out in gooseflesh, a little thrill sped my heart rate. Toby had always been able to do that to me, with just his voice. I closed my eyes and slowly exhaled all of my breath
Toby did two things simultaneously. He squeezed me, so tightly, in his arms as he lifted me from the floor, making it so my feet dangled as he stood to his full height. My back responded by popping in rapid succession, all the way up and down my spine. I let out a moan that, admittedly, sounded very lewd and Toby chuckled that masculine chuckle men normally reserve for after sex. I relaxed into his body with a sigh.
A few moments passed this way and if I'm honest, my left hand was starting to ache from clutching the amulet Mother had given me in a way that kept Toby from seeing it. I needed real clothes with pockets, not Toby's old worn out Denver Broncos shirt that hung to my knees.
"We should get dressed" I said, trying to steer Toby away from the bed. If allowed, Toby would spend the majority of his time there, quiet and enjoying time alone with me.
"Hmm" Toby hummed, "I suppose. How fancy are we getting?"
"I dunno" I laughed, "I need to explore my new wardrobe further. I've barely seen any of it. But dress nice. Just in case. Wait" I stopped, "we're going into the same closet."
"It's separated" Toby said, pulling me towards the door in quarrying and then opening it. Past the door, it looked like we were entering a mall bathroom. There was a wall in front of us with a dresser, the one is been getting some of my clothes from. The entrances to the closet(s?) were to the left and right, hiding behind ornate, dark wooden doors with x's not just carved over the doorways, but into the wood of the doors themselves, over and over, in a tiny alternating pattern.
Toby shuffled to the left door, so I assumed my clothes were to the right. Oddly, I'd not noticed the doors any of the other times I'd come here. I'm not sure if I thought the closet only contained one closet or what and mentally kicked myself in the ass. I opened the door, curious to see what lay beyond.
Toby had said Slenderman had sent Myra, Tommy's lady love, to buy some extra clothes for me. I expected a few outfits, maybe a dress or two that were completely not my style and didn't fit.
What I found, however, was that it looked like Myra had bought out the store. The clothes were organized, not by type or color, but by length. Floor length dresses gave way to short dresses, then shirts from tunic length to midriff tops, followed by bottoms, from skirts to jeans. Dressers took up space under the shorter items, and there was a wall of shelves holding shoes and bags. I was immediately overwhelmed.
I went to the shorter dresses and looked at the tag of the first one, the paper hanging from a little tie belt in the front. Not only was it my size, it was the size I preferred to buy, a size up so I had room to move around. Impressed, I checked the tag of a calf length with three quarter sleeves in emerald green. It was also my preferred size. I hurriedly checked several more dresses. All my preferred sizes for the dress styles.
"Incredible."
I backtracked and took my time looking at the dresses I'd skipped though, starting my search in earnest. Finally, I settled on a knee length dress with long sleeves in dove gray. The dress had a full skirt that had 100% twirlability, and it transitioned smoothly into the bodice of the dress, which was form fitting with a scoop neckline. When I put it on, I decided Toby would be very happy with the neckline, plenty of cleaveage, cleavage, it still managed to be modest. The sleeves were long but the material was thin. It would keep me warm without a coat or jacket.
One of the drawers contained a pull out mechanism that held jewelry, mostly silver, white gold, and platinum, and a wide selection of necklaces, chains, bracelets, anklets and rings- there was even a smaller box filled to the brim with 8mm plugs and tunnels for my ears. There was also a selection of regular earrings. I picked out a long, silver necklace chain and looped it through the amulet, then put it around my neck. It hung to my upper abdomen, but looked as I hoped it would: ambiguous but likely meaningless (and therefore harmless), quirky jewelry any woman my age might wear. I selected a bag to carry my, an probably Toby's, things
There were eighteen pairs of shoes on the shelves, but only six pairs fit me correctly. Apparently, Slendy's recon for my clothing sizes didn't extend to footwear. The shoes all came in groups of three, a pair in my size and a size smaller and larger. A pair of boots, ballerina flats, heels, fancy sandals, and a pair of white canvas on white rubber sneakers had been selected. For this night, with this dress, I picked the boots, which were made of black suede and hugged my legs all the way to over my knees, with a small heel. I have myself an assessing look in the mirror that was next to the door. Not bad at all. I'd forgotten how well I cleaned up.
I poked my head it and checked the antechamber for Toby, then hurried to the door that led to our room when I didn't see him. The bedroom was empty as well as the bathroom, allowing me to grab my makeup bag and quietly make my way back into my side of the closet. Then I sat on the floor in front of the mirror and put on some basic makeup, a little powder, eyeliner and some shadow, and a pop of deep pink lipstick at my lips. I used a travel sized hairbrush from my bag and brushed it until it fell in loose curls to my shoulders. I needed to redye it, maybe a different color this time, but there was no time today. Instead I put a loose crown braid in my hair and was lucky enough to find some nail polish to touch up my nails. One last look, and I was hitching the bag I'd picked out after putting my makeup in it. And then I left the closet, feeling confident in my wardrobe choices.
I was so preoccupied coming out that I collided with Toby when I reached the bedroom door. I hadn't even seen him until I was face first in his chest, my hands clutching his shirt as he gripped my upper arms, holding me to him so I didn't fall. He looked down at me in surprise, and then took my hand in his and swung me out so he could see me better. I posed and Toby's face reflected slight awe and excitement. I hit another pose and smiled for him.
"Y- you look amazing" Toby said, a ghost of his stutter returning for a moment. He was smiling just as brightly as I was.
"Likewise" I told him "You look so nice!"
And he did. Toby wore a pair of dark gray dress pants that looked to be specifically tailored to his long, lean frame. An olive green sweater vest covered a tucked white dress sheet and his shoes were black loafers. He looked like he had just stepped off the cover of GQ, so handsome. "How did you manage to match my choice so well?!" I asked.
Toby grinned, lighting up with my compliments, "It was either this or the tux" he said and he gave my hand in his a tug. I took the hint and leaned in so he could kiss me. When he pulled away, his lips were slightly pink and his fingers lifted the chain holding the amulet, lifting it to let it slide from his fingers, "I like your necklace. I've never seen one like it."
I touched the amulet. Did Toby know what it was for? Had he been peeking and was now giving me a chance to own up to the information? I studied Toby who was smiling excitedly and decided no. Toby was too direct. If he knew I knew something he needed to know, he would just ask. I needed to figure something out soon, though. "Thank you" I replied, "It just looked interesting, you know?"
I was hoping I would never have to use it, or tell Toby why I had it. But if Mother was worried about it, it was probably something that would happen, and soon.
We headed to the door after ai added a few more things to my bag, Toby in the metaphorical driver's seat for door travel, but I had to stop Toby from grabbing his hatchets on the way out.
"We're supposed to be normal today" I reminded him, "Normal guys don't bring hatchets on their dates."
"But what if-" Toby started with a smirk on his face.
"Normal guys don't take hatchets on dates unless they're doing are throwing barbecue" I amended, "And I'm pretty sure they supply the hatchets there."
I slipped the gun out of my bag just enough for Toby to see, then put it back. Toby raised his eyebrow, the graceful curve of his scar gapped eyebrow arcing skeptically, "So normal girls carry a handgun on their dates?"
I cocked my head as I thought about it, "Yeah," I replied, "Some do."
We passed through the door and were through the void so quickly that I didn't get a chance to see it. It seemed as if we had just stepped out of our bedroom into-
The rain.
Well technically we were under an awning. We were standing under the awning of a construction site trailer. The partially constructed hotel the site was dedicated to loomed tall in the gloomy sky. I looked at Toby in confusion and he nodded his head toward something behind me. I turned and saw a sprawling pedestrian mall, complete with multiple restaurants, a warehouse store, a chain pet store, and a marijuana dispensary, amongst other, smaller businesses. All we had to do was cross the road.
"Shall we?" Toby asked, holding his hand out to me. I gave Toby another smile as I took his hand, "We shall."
Toby led me down a gravel driveway for access to the trailers and we jogged, hand in hand, across the street. We were lucky that it was a road adjacent to the much busier highway. We walked around the edge of the shopping center. We'd been on the back side of all the businesses, and could now see that this place was packed with places to explore. A thrill of excitement lit through me just thinking about spending the afternoon with Toby in these stores.
The first place of interest was a smoke abs CBD shop. The store's walls were lined with glassware; bongs pipes, bangers, nectar collectors of all shapes and sizes.
"Whoaaa" Toby breathed as he just stood in front of the shelves, taking it all in. The cashier came up to us, asking if they could help us with anything.
"We're just looking" I told the employee kindly and nudged Toby in the ribs so he would stop staring at the shelves in the open mouthed way he was. We looked around and found that they sold Tim's brand of rolling tobacco, even the flavor Toby said Tom thought had been discontinued. We bought him a few bags, but Toby kept returning to this one bong.
"Toby, no" I laughed, amused, "That thing is just too big." The bong in question came up to my knees and was made of thick, heavy glass. It was blood red at its base, but faded to frosty white and then clear at the mouthpiece. Salamanders were etched among flames around the beginning of the neck, three of them crawling up the neck where red faded to pinkish orange.
"But Grace..." Toby reasoned, "It's perfect."
"Perfectly huge" I sighed, "What are you gonna do? Haul it around with us all afternoon?"
"I can take a door-"
"You know you get logy if you use the door too many times in a row" I reminded him.
"I could carry it" Toby bit his lip, chewing as he thought.
"Toby, baby, that thing has to weigh at least fifteen pounds" I reasoned, "Plus, it's definitely attention grabbing."
Toby was rubbing his chin as he chewed his lip and thought, stroking the strip of hair he had started keeping on his chin. He pulled his hand away and snapped his fingers, "We can come back for it! Or, OR, I can take the door and put it in our room..."
"And this is where I argue that that bong is too heavy for me" I sighed, "And it's so big that I'd have trouble using it."
"I'll lift it for you, Sweetness, no trouble" Toby grinned, "And we'll get something smaller for every day use, a pipe. Big Lizzie can be for special occasions."
"Oh my gods, you've already named it" I breathed as Toby said "Besides I already named it." We blinked at each other and laughed that we'd had the same thought at the same time. "The name is subject to change" Toby chuckled.
"Okay" I relented, "We'll come back for it when we call it a night. Now, pick me out something either pretty, or cool. Or both."
Toby spent at least fifteen minutes picking us out a pipe. He finally settled on one that was opalescent white. It was shaped so you could stand it on end, reminding me of a brick oven if it were round. Three glass drops were lined up on the neck of the pipe in pastel pink, yellow and cyan.
"What do you think?" Toby asked, "It's both pretty and kinda cool. I've never seen one like it."
"It glows in the dark" the cashier said from behind the counter. There were no other customers and the store was small.
"Ooh" I turned the pipe in my hands, "You did wonderfully, honey."
Toby beamed, chest puffed up with pride as I handed the pipe to the cashier so we could check out. Toby even worked out with the cashier to come back for both the bong and our bags before the store closed at nine.
Toby held the door for me as we walked out into the unseasonably warm gloom.
"Where to next?" I asked Toby as I caught his hand. I brought it up as we walked, his left hand held in my right, and kissed the big scar going through the center of his hand like stigmata.
"Is that a bookstore?" Toby asked, "The lighting is messing with me, hard to see." He was squinting from the overcast sunlight, holding his free hand up to block one of the few rays of sunlight.
I nodded, "Yeah, do you want to check it out? Pick up a few books?"
"Yes, fuck, yes please!" Toby said excitedly, "I've already read everything on my shelves at least twice. Even the books I borrowed from Jack. The mansion has a library but... the books are hard to keep up with."
We started walking, passing a few stores. "What do you mean? You lose the books or something?" That didn't sound like Toby, who was usually pretty organized, so my interest was piqued.
"No" Toby laughed as we pushed into the bookstore, "Nothing like that. But the books are weird, Slender has some sort of spell on them. So if you leave them unattended for more than thirty minutes, they start kind of just... making their way back to the library. They even push bookmarks out, it's freaky." Toby pushed open the inner doors of the store and took a deep breath of paper-and-ink scented air. "That smells so good."
We headed over to the sale table. Hardcover editions of a selection of classics like Poe's Complete Works, as well as Lovecraft and Dickens. Toby started a "to buy" stack, adding the Poe and Lovecraft books, and upon further consideration, Lewis Carrol's Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass.
"Do you have any books you've been wanting to read?" I asked Toby as I smoothed my hands over a purple blank journal that had a glittery purple cloth cover set behind a silver filigree frame. "You know, a good recommendation, or a series that's expecting its next part?"
Toby added the purple journal to our stack as soon as I stopped touching it. I smiled as he kissed my cheek as he picked it up. "No, not really. Like, Kate tells me I should read this series she reads about a witch, a vampire, and a pixie who live together in an abandoned church. But I don't think it's for me."
I nodded, "The Hollows series, and you're right. You'd hate them, especially Nick."
Toby grinned, "Good to know. What about you?" He gave me a sidelong glance with happy eyes as we moved to another table, "Any recommendations? Since you know my taste so well?"
I nodded with a placid look on my face, "Of course. To the W's!"
We hunted down the W section and I found books by David Wong, three of them. I pulled them from the shelf and handed them to Toby. He took them and read the covers. "John Dies at the End. Huh." Toby blinked and shuffled to the next book, "This Book is Full of Spiders. Good to know." He shuffled to the last book, "What the Hell Did I Just Read?" Toby looked to me, "Okay, Sweetness. Why should I read these?" Toby crossed his arms, holding our books to his chest. His facial expression said 'Wow me' and his shirk said he kind of already was.
"It's about these friends, John and Dave. And a drug called soy sauce. Now you don't take this drug. It takes you. And it like... opens you up to well... basically your world, really. Dark or weird beings, strange creatures, interdimensional struggles. These dudes catch the attention of this dark, all powerful being and basically nothing is ever the same." Toby was listening with rapt attention. "And it's also a love story. But from the guy's point of view. Dave falls for Amy hard and she has to learn how to live in Dave's world."
"Okay, you're good" Toby said, adding the books to our growing stack, "Does he have any others? David Wong?"
I smiled because I had already been leading Toby to the next books, "David Wong is his pen name. His real one is Jason Pagrin. He just released a new John book 'If This Book Exists, You're in the Wrong Universe'." And then I pointed to them on the shelf.
"Encouraging" Toby chuckled. His eyes were alight with amusement as he read book spines, "What about Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits?"
"You'll want that one too, and the sequel" I plucked it from the shelf and started another stack, which Toby added Futuristic Violence to.
We added a few more things to our purchase. Toby found a pair of readers that help him see a little better when it came to print, and he insisted on buying me an adorable stuffed kitten with tentacles instead of legs. I immediately named her Calypso Paige. We also wasted money on a few bookmarks, even though I think we both knew we wouldn't be able to find them in a month's time. We checked out, I think even more excited for the dates conclusion, so we could go home, cuddle up, and read the books we'd bought.
We realized it had been a shameful amount of time since we'd eaten last. Neither of us were to great at scheduled meals nor were we particularly hungry. But we figured we should get something anyway and picked up a couple cinnamon rolls at the pastry place next door. Toby had to beg them not to put any topping on his. We ordered drinks and sat down, debating on whether we should go to the pet store to look around.
"I'm not so sure" Toby replied, "I'm just gonna end up seeing some dog, or cat, or lizard. And then I'm gonna want to bring it home with us. Badly. But I can't take care of an animal full time. And don't say you'll take care of it" Toby said as I opened my mouth to say just that, "Then it would be your animal. Plus you're just as busy as me."
"True" I said "Maybe at a later time, we could revisit the topic." I didn't voice the obvious "when things calm down".
The batista called Toby's alias, Aaron, and he left to get our drinks with a nod. He brought back his usual black coffee, but had gotten me a treat (in his eyes), a white chocolate latte with cinnamon. He acted like he was going to pop the bottom of my cup with his hand and I jumped, knowing he wouldn't but instincts are hard to overcome with hot coffee in your hands.
I sputtered, which made Toby laugh and pull me closer in the booth seat, hugging me.
"Tch, asshole" I said, but smiled even as I halfheartedly swatted at Toby's chest as he hugged me with his arm
"Yep. And you love me anyway" Toby said proudly, "What a day to be alive."
After our break, we perused a record shop. Toby found a vinyl copy of Old Crow Medicine Show's Wagon Wheel, which he played on the record player the shop supplied for customers wanting to test their records. While the folksy Americana tune played, Toby danced with me in the middle of an aisle, just a simple two step as he sang along in my ear, "Rock me mama like a wagon wheel. Rock me mama any way you feel, heyyyy mama rock me. Rock me mama like the wind and the rain. Rock me mama like a southbound train. Heyyyy mama rock me..." Toby was a little flat, but it was music to my ears. The cashier, a tired looking old lady, watched us with a snaggletoothed grin.
While we browsed the shelves of a fragrance shop, Toby spoke up, "We should get something really nice to commemorate today. It's been so awesome."
"The date's not over yet, maybe we'll find something" I said as we walked, Toby's arm draped over my shoulders. I held on to his fingers with the hand not wrapped around his waist and leaned my head over until Toby's shoulder while we made our way to the front of the store.
When we went outside, I noticed the sky beginning to darken, afternoon transitioning to evening. Suddenly, Toby stopped walking, and I looked up at him.
Toby was staring at a storefront a couple doors down. "It's perfect." He started towards is, pulling me along behind him.
He was striding towards the tattoo shop with purpose.
"A tattoo?" I asked him as we stopped at the door, not hating the idea.
"A tattoo" Toby confirmed, "Matching ones, even."
I thought about it a little more and Toby asked me, "What do you think?"
"I mean, I don't hate the idea" Toby opened the door for me, "What should we get?"
Toby thought about it as we walked in. "Don't you know all that stuff about flowers? Like how people used them to send messages back in the old days?" Toby asked me, "What's a good flower that sums us up?"
This to a considerable amount of quick thinking. What would be a flower I would have sent Toby two centuries ago? I had to think about what the relationship was for both of us. Well... this was definitely a relationship unlike any other I'd had. As d Toby was picking up the pieces, learning how to love and trust again after Natalie. It was kind of a new beginning for both of us, a new life. Yeah! So flowers that symbolize new beginnings. There's daisies, but they seemed to girly for Toby. Calla lilies usually get associated with death instead. And if daisies were too girly, daffodils were definitely out. "... What about a dandelion?" I asked, "Like after it's gone to seed, when it's all fluffy? They symbolize a new beginning."
Toby leaned over me, curling his body forward, to kiss my forehead as I leaned against him where he stood. "I love it. I love you."
I was beaming as we went up to the counter and Toby told the attendant that we were looking to get two tattoos of the same design. We had to fill out some paperwork and show our (fake) IDs, but soon we were being led back to the work area.
We met the tattoo artist and worked out a design with him. It was three dandelions with a sprig of green leaves. One was a fluffy, fat dandelion flower in full bloom, the middle was one gone to seed, a few seed pods floating off on bits of fluff. The final was a baby dandelion, curled up before it blooms. All three were bound together with a leafy sprig by a piece of baling wire, cut short and neat.
"So you two are happy with the design?" our tattoo artist, a red mohawked, pierced punk with dark skin covered in ink named Robert.
We were both nodding and Toby took the chair first, so I could watch how it was done.
"Look at my man, being all valiant and shit" Robert said, "You gonna be honest about if it hurts? That's gonna be a pretty tender spot." We had decided to get the tattoo on our left collarbone area/upper chests.
"It'd be a moot point" I said, taking Toby's shirt and sweater vest as he disrobed for Robert to ready the area. "He's got congenital insensitivity to pain. You could carve those flowers into him and he wouldn't even flinch."
Robert looked at Toby in surprise, pausing in wiping down Toby's skin with alcohol to clean the area. "No shit? That's fuckin wild. I got a friend with insane pain tolerance. That's gotta be similar."
The tattoo gun was soon buzzing and Robert was laying ink into Toby's skin as he talked and bullshitted with us.
"So how long you guys been together?" Robert asked in his accent that I could quite place. Sometimes it sounded foreign and others, a very clear Pittsburgh inflection was there. He wiped the excess ink away. Half of the linework was done. River was a fast worker, especially since he was freehanding.
Toby gave me a glance and I handled it, snorting out the shocking part of our bond, its relavative newness, by saying, "Around a year and a half."
"Cool, cool" Robert hummed, starting in on the shading, "I like that you're getting this ink together, but not each others names. I always say name tattoos are a curse. Unless it's like your kids or your dead or something."
We continued making small talk and soon, Toby was shaded, and then done and it was my turn. I had to pull one arm out of my dress so Robert had access to the whole area. Between my dress and Toby's sweater vest as a cover to hold to my chest, we managed.
The tattoo actually didn't hurt too badly. At first. At first, it felt a little like bee stings and then a sunburn. However, once Robert started in on the finer details of the wild flower bouquet, it really started getting sensitive. And with every pass of the needle bundy, a sharp, but aching pain was establishing itself amongst my nerve endings. My eyes were starting to tear up a little.
Toby noticed and came to wipe the tears from my eyes before they even had the chance to fall.
"Almost done" Robert said in a distracted way as he shaded in what felt like another petal. He repeated this a few more times, then wiped my skin clean again. He produced a mirror and held it up for me, so I could look.
There, in black ink, looking red and irritated, but absolutely perfect, was dandelion tattoo. I noticed Robert had added a little metal heart charm to the wire holding the flowers together, something I hadn't noticed until I saw it on my own skin, but Toby's was identical.
"It's perfect, Robert" I said, "thank you so much."
Toby walked up and gave Robert a tip. I spotted at least three twenties, but the bills were kind of stacked on top of each other, so I couldn't be sure. Robert said his thanks and nodded to the table where he was set up, and Toby sat the money there. Robert covered my tattoo in ointment and then a shiny black wrapping that reminded me of the pads under prepackaged meat. He handed me a care sheet and a couple of tiny vats of after tattoo cream and Toby took his sweater vest as I rearranged my dress top.
Toby was grinning widely as he paid up front. The grin lasted through getting burgers and dropping back by the smoke shop for Big Lizzie and our other purchases there.
"One last stop" Toby said and he led me to the dispensary. We went inside and Toby picked some flower from their specials menu. He flashed a medical card with an alias under his picture. Toby looked mad enough to kill, he was staring at the camera with just the surliest of looks. This ex change with the card, however, resulted in the employee taking off the sales tax of his (generous) purchase.
Bags dispersed between the two of us (Toby with the books and smoke shop bags, me with the food and flower) we returned to the construction site. Only this time, we actually went inside the half constructed hotel. I wondered how there could possibly be a door here. The halls and rooms were in various stages of completion, the place probably only having existed a week or two, tops. But, sure enough, Toby led me directly to a doorway that looked like it had just been created today, while we were shopping. I realized when we found it, that I had been feeling a vague pulling sensation in my gut that had only gotten more noticeable as we got closer to the door. I'd always wondered how Toby managed to locate doors, and now I think I figured out the answer.
We had to shearling link arms before we stepped in because of the shopping bags. It wasn't pretty, nor was it comfortable, but it worked, keeping us from getting seperated in the void. W stepped out into our bedroom and Toby crossed to the dresser to set his load down, pulling me with him accidentally. I had to run a little bit, Toby's legs were just too long for me to keep up at a normal pace, and I sat our other bags down. I sat our food to the side and we ate while we put things away. The flower containers went into the safe along with the gun from my bag. Toby sat our first book on the bed and then carried the others upstairs to the bookshelves. Toby left Big Lizzie on the desk and I put the journal and bookmarks in my bedside table drawer. My stuffed kitten with tentacles took up prime real estate amongst the pillows where Toby and I slept. The pipe joined the bong and Toby sighed in exasperation upon finding Tim's tobacco. Toby left to take it to him so he wouldn't forget with a "Be right back, Sweetness."
Everything had been put away between mine and Toby's efforts, so I left the bedroom for my closet to undress. The dress went into a hamper next to the door, and I put the boots back where I had gotten them, filling their space on the shelves. I went to the drawers, curious about what was in then and found more pajamas, a wider selection than what was in the antechamber dresser, along with regular clothes that I would check out later.
I picked a camisole and shorts in black. Toby is such a hot sleeper that I had learned to sleep in as little clothing as possible. The cami was lace, and transparent in the midriff. The cups of the top were mercifully solid instead of see through like the rest of the top, or I would have never been able to wear it in confidence. The shorts were nothing special, just black silk with a lace hem. The urge to remove my tattoo covering was intense, but Robert had told us both to keep our new ink covered for the first night, lest the ink get pulled out by the fabric of our shirts or sheets. I had to stop myself from picking at the edges and decided maybe it would be best to cover up more, for my own sanity's sake.
There was a cute robe in the next drawer down and I shrugged it on. The black, slightly sheer material was actually pretty warm, but the lace cutouts in the arms helped ventilate the robe so it didn't get too warm. Satisfied, I left the closet and found Toby was back from visiting Tim. He had stripped down to his boxers and was kicked back in bed, Calypso the Cthul-kitty tucked between his arm and ribs on the right side. Our book was resting on the bed in the space that I slept.
Toby looked up, it looked like he had been reading the book's back covet from where it sat on the bed. When he saw me, his expression was content. But contentedness turned into something else that resembled if I had hit Toby between the eyes with a ball ping hammer.
I crawled up onto the bed and joined Toby amongst the pillows and blanket. Toby was still looking dumbstruck and when I reached the pillows and sat, I asked, "What's wrong love?"
Toby shook himself out of it, literally shaking his head as he blinked hard a few times.
"Nothing, Sweetness" Toby murmured as he moved to be closer to me. He produces the new pipe, freshly loaded to the top with fluffy green ground weed. I accepted it and cooperated with Toby as he lit it for me, my lungs filling with pungent smoke that tasted slightly of mint, but mostly very green. I almost coughed, but managed to suppress the urge as I handed the pipe back to Toby. He took one of his usual monster hits and I watched as his eyes went wide. Watching Toby fight not to cough was amusing as always. He always took more than was necessary and he slapped the bed a few times as his body shuddered with the effort not to cough. Finally, Toby was able to get a quick breath in through his nose and we exhaled together.
"Okay" I gasped, "Clever distraction, but what's wrong, honey?" I bit my lip in worry, hoping Tim hadn't reported the first zombies or something.
Toby sighed and laughed at the same time, the sound coming out as whooshy along with a good amount of rasp. "Sweetness, everything is completely fine right now. Including you." He reached forward and moved the robot for a little peek, "Just appreciating the view. Honestly I didn't think the dress could be outdone."
I blushed and accepted the pipe again and we smoked before really settling in to read. Toby ended up shoving my stuffed animal up towards the headboard and sat the now empty pipe on his beside table along with his Zippo. Toby opened his arms after flopping onto his back, and opened his arms, creating space for me.
I laid down on my side, facing Toby and gave him a quick kiss before I snuggled up to his body. I picked up the book, the first of the John series, and started reading, making sure the delivery was right.
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Can I get a G I Q from the Tickle Alpabet for Toby?
You sure can, hun! :D
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G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?
This boy is adorable omg, if you target say, his belly or hips, his face will turn beat red and he will let out the softest, squeakiest giggles you will ever hear while he timidly tries to push your hands away. These tickles drive him the most insane, because it isn't enough to make him guffaw, but you will never fail to make him squirm - even if he acts at first like he doesn't feel it, the sensation will wear him down eventually. Sometimes he retaliates, sometimes he just lets you do your thing.
I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?
Bless his heart, he would try, he would try so hard not to break. It's all a matter of knowing where to get him - if you rake and claw at his feet you aren't gonna get anywhere. If you aim for the torso though, it will be a different story. At first, he would bite his lip, refusing to meet the offender's eyes, just stare at the ceiling or walls desperately. But once he let the first noise slip, his composure would start unraveling. If this ordeal goes on a long time, he will spill the beans. Doesn't matter how important the information that he was holding was, he just wants the agony to stop. Traditional torture techniques would not work on him, since he can't feel pain. This is the perfect alternative.
Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?
This depends on how well he knows you. If you're acquaintances, friends, etc, and you ask this, he will kinda just shrug and go, "I dunno, I guess" without any further elaboration. If you two are practically strangers, he will be weirded out - justifiably so, of course - and give you a look while ignoring the question altogether. If you tried to find out for yourself, you will get punched.
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Toby, hehe :3
Ticci Toby/Toby Rogers
A boy with a lot of damage, but also a sweet side to him.
His nerve damage makes tickling awkward, but it can be achieved in some spots, such as certain areas on the sides and torso. Below that, he isn’t ticklish anywhere else.
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Ticci Toby CIPA rambles
Ok so, I am definitely not a medical expert. But I do really enjoy researching these things, and getting to apply it to my hyperfixation makes it even better. I tried using reliable sources as much as possible. So here y’all go, more of this shit. Sorry if some of y’all aren’t into this kinda post, this is definitely self-indulgence.
Also, if you notice any incorrect information on this, lemme know. This is mainly just my findings so there could be misinformation.
This is a whole ass excuse for me to excitedly ramble about medical stuff
Gotta start off by saying, during this I learned CIPA is a distinct form of Congenital Insensitivity to Pain. However, I assumed Toby also has CIPA so that’s what this post will be based on.
CIPA is not just defined by an inability to feel pain, but also an inability to sweat, which is what the A stands for (anhidrosis). This is what leads to those dangerously high fevers (hyperpyrexia) and seizures brought on by overheating (febrile seizures). Though sometimes these fevers happen without explanation.
I have looked at multiple sources, but some of them conflict a bit when it comes to the ability to feel temperature. Like, they definitely can’t feel when they are burning themselves, for example. However, this might also be because CIPA is a distinct form of congenital insensitivity to pain. Like, the U.S. National Library of Medicine states on their CIP page that they can distinguish hot and cold, but their CIPA page says they can’t feel temperature at all. After looking around for a bit, I think they can somewhat feel temperature, but it is very impaired. A study on NCBI states that it’s characterized by no feeling of discomfort related to temperature and consistent errors in distinguishing between hot and cold moist substances.
Back to Toby. Boy chewed clean through his cheek, which yeah, accidental amputation/self-mutilation is a thing frequently seen in people with CIPA. Usually tongues, lips, fingers. We also know he chews at his fingers, but he has never bitten them off. Come to think of it, this might be why I hc him as a chewer.
I also think it might be important to highlight that Toby’s inability to feel pain is only beneficial in certain ways, and it definitely isn’t a superpower. Like yeah, he won’t feel a slap to the face or most other relatively harmless attempts from his victims to defend themselves. But he won’t exactly notice a knife lodged into his sides either. Not only that, but anything internal will go unnoticed as well. If his appendix bursts he won’t have any idea. Pain is meant as a warning system and he doesn’t have that. Considering how physical and dangerous his job is to begin with I imagine slender can heal him/keep him alive anyways. This is also something I think is the case because people with CIPA heal slowly from bone and skin injuries, which can lead to bone infections and a condition called charcot joints (WARNING BEFORE YOU LOOK THIS UP: pictures of this are gnarly).
His goggles are probably useful because of his CIPA as well, eye injuries are common.
Cannot feel tickles :(
A very large number of people with CIPA have an intellectual disability, which Toby does not have. However, about half show signs of hyperactivity and/or emotional instability, both of which Toby seems to possess, at least in his fandom characterizations. I am not actually sure where the hyperactivity aspect of his personality came from, but it kinda fits him in this way. As for emotional instability,, well,,,, yeah.
Mentioned this before, but Toby likely wouldn’t feel hunger pains, which can make eating feel like a chore and makes it easy to accidentally skip a meal. His sense of taste is unaffected, though.
For sources I used the U.S. National Library of Medicine, two NCBI studies, and some case studies. I tried-
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Could you do Toby with a s/o who has a lot if tattoos? Like arm sleeves and stuff? Thank! Your writing style is awesome btw!
He’s excited to match. Thank ya! :D
Ticci Toby
Toby has always wanted to get a tattoo.
But his mother never approved of them.
Lyra snuck out and got a small one on her hip the summer before she died, and her mother will never know.
Toby has sworn to sibling secrecy.
But you can imagine how stoked Toby will be about his s/o having tattoos.
Toby's the best listener so he'll ask a question and if you want to ramble about a tattoo of a bottle of ketchup for three hours, he's happy to latch onto every word you say.
When you're laying in bed or cuddling together, he'll just take your arm and stare.
Like hardcore stare.
He looks at each section with interest, and sometimes he'll trace over them lightly and it'll wake you up bc it tickles.
He thinks his s/o looks rad as Hell.
And he'll compliment them when they wear something that shows off their ink.
He'd want to get a matching tattoo once he's talked into it.
He watches the show Inked for inspiration because he doesn't want to get anything cliche.
And he'll be like, "(s/OoOO), I want that. We should get that."
"Toby, I'm not getting a robot arm tattoo, and plus I don't have any space."
" What ab-"
"Not getting a robot leg either."
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Ticci toby: *tickles masky*
masky: *Punches toby in the arm* Stop that.
ticci toby: I was just tickling you! When you get married your husband will probably do the same, would you punch him?”
masky: I’ll have you know I will let my future husband know to NEVER tickle me. I will tell him within the first three dates, I will make him SIGN A CONTRACT that says if he tickles me I WILL PERSONALLY DESTROY HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS. I WILL MAKE HIM VOW ON OUR WEDDING DAY IN FRONT OF HIS FAMILY THAT HE WILL NEVER. EVER. TICKLE ME.
ticci toby: ...
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