Creepypasta Ticci Toby Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

While everyone laughed and clapped, Toby locked eyes with Lucianne as he started talking about the REAL elephant in the room, “My best friend found her mate. And for once, it was someone who is serious about her; someone who is capable of loving her and protecting her; someone who would do anything and everything to keep her; someone who doesn’t need her to give up who she is and what she loves; and someone who is terrified of losing her.” Lucianne held back her tears as she started stroking Xandar’s hand. Toby continued, “And I would like to take this opportunity to convey an announcement requested to be made by the SECOND scariest creature in the room, who is also my new friend, Xandar, th

’’ Toby shouted, his voice trembling with fear, there was no answer apart from the occasional sounds the leaves made that had now become more unsettling. ‘‘I said who the fu—‘’ Toby turned around to meet the gaze of a ten foot monster of a man – he had the face of a child below the age of ten and was really hideous and facially deformed with gaping, black holes on the sides of his face where eyes should have been. Toby gulped in fear and started to urinate in his trousers as he couldn’t take his eyes off of the thing that stood two inches apart from him.

“This will take four hours at least. Might as well be comfortable.” Raya raised an eyebrow. “Comfortable? Or is this just an excuse to get me horizontal again?” Tobi’s smile was slow and wicked. “Can’t it be both?” He helped her out of her clothes, this time she’d worn a wrap dress that came off easily, until she was naked except for her panties. He laid her on the pillows on her side, arranging them to support her body perfectly. “Ready?” he asked as he pulled on fresh gloves and prepared his inks, vibrant reds, oranges, yellows for the flames; deep blues and purples for shadows; metallic gold for highlights.

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

Toby protested indignantly. “Honestly, you can’t lecture me,” she told him. “You are a f-king Van Helsing drug dealer who takes underage girls to sleazy motels, gets them stoned, and then f-ks them without using a condom.” “Okay,” Aaron said from the doorway. “I’m not entirely sure what I just walked in on.” “Definitely not getting naked,” Aislen muttered to Bianca. “Fine, keep your f-king clothes on,” Bianca surrendered shaking her head, turning to light a stick of incense. “We’re trying to undo Morgana’s mind control on Toby.”

Footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, a rhythmic dread building with each approaching sound. Then he appeared. Toby. Or back then—Tobias. Taller than the other children, always lurking in the shadows where the caretakers’ watchful eyes couldn’t reach. And that smile. The one that never quite reached his eyes, a chilling promise of malice. “There you are,” he whispered, his voice a sibilant hiss as he crouched in front of her. “Hiding again?” She tried to move, to scramble away, but her legs wouldn’t obey, frozen in place by a primal fear that had consumed her.

He reached out with his left hand and shoved the metal panel upward with a loud, screeching bang that echoed down the lane. Tobi was sitting in the far corner of the small, decaying room, slumped against a stack of moldy plastic crates. His left arm was clutched tightly against his ribs, dark red soaking through his shirt and dripping onto his trousers. His face was covered in sweat and dirt, his eyes wide with a mix of anger and pure terror as the light hit him. His pistol lay on the dirt floor just a few inches from his right hand, but he didn't have the strength to lift it.

A man stood wrapped in a long black coat, silver-trimmed, with a sigil at his throat: the crescent of House Vesper. His face was mostly in shadow... except for the eyes. Tatiana's breath caught. She had just seen those eyes. She brushed her fingers over the page, a strange tremor racing up her spine. A name appeared beneath the illustration in blood-colored ink: Luscius Vesper, The Crimson Heir. Enforcer of the Council. Scourge of the Last Bloodlines. She whispered the name aloud. It tasted like smoke and snow. That was when the wind shifted.

I had been so eager to prove my point earlier that I hadn't noticed the detail. It was clear now—when Tobias had copied the painting, he hadn't paid attention to the elements relating to the Day of the Dead. In his rush, or perhaps because he didn't care much about the content, he had simply changed the silhouette to his own family, while keeping the original elements intact.

I sat up in a jump, reaching for the bag as he stood up and stretched. " So this is what you ran to your room to get? " Theo teased the boy. Opening the bag, I pulled out a tank top, or at least, what was left of one, since it looked like it had lost a nasty fight with the scissors. The side was very low cut, and you could see that it had been cut halfway down its length, and the neckline had also been expanded. But what was most striking was the handmade painting of a skeleton riding a flaming unicorn with the letters "T A M" underneath.