Creepypasta Ticci Toby Novels & Stories

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.”

"You told me the medical staff were vetted. You told me the children were invisible." ​"They are," Dante said, his voice flat. ​"Toby isn't a ghost, Dante. He’s a three-year-old boy who talks to anyone who gives him a sticker. And now the entire board knows our 'reconciliation' is a timeline written by a PR firm. They know he doesn't recognize your face."

He asked softly, teasingly. “You know what I mean,” she finished, feeling her cheeks heat. “Oh god,” Toby said appalled. “You’re fucking him.” Lyric felt her cheeks heat. “Who I sleep with is none of your business. So, they’re torturing people in order to find ways to control them? So that they can take over the country? First the river and then…?”

After seeing the blood all over the walls and floor, the stiff pup in the corner, and my deathly pale face connected to a weirdly postured body, Cecilia screamed shrilly and leaped into Toby's arms in fright. Toby hugged her and said in a gentle tone, "Don't be afraid, Cissy. Those are just dummies they're using as a stand-in for their act. They think that they can deceive me with this! That bitch dares to collude with these people to take over my pack just because she gave birth to an heir!

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

I sat frozen in the armchair, Micah’s shirt clinging damply to my thighs, my body still buzzing from the raw scene I’d witnessed. Toby’s cum was dripping down Micah’s thigh as they both caught their breath on the couch. That single word kept echoing in my head. Kitten. Toby had called me kitten while staring straight at me with that dark, filthy smirk. There’s no way he’s the Ghostface guy… right? Micah let out a satisfied groan as Toby slowly pulled out of him, a thick trail of cum dripping down Micah’s thigh. Toby tucked himself back into his pants casually, like he hadn’t just fucked my best friend in front of me.

Yubi. The moment the words leave my mouth, Did you find my mom? the room seems to freeze around me. No one breathes. No one moves. It’s like the entire house is holding its breath, waiting for the detectives to either save me or destroy me. The female detective exchanges a look with her partner. Not a good look. Not a hopeful look. Something cold enough to numb bone spreads slowly through my chest. “Ms. Yubu,” the female detective begins gently, “we are going to walk you through everything we discovered. And we understand this is going to be difficult to hear.”

"But she believed blood could be buried. Hidden. Erased." "She was right," Tatiana said, pulse rising. "It worked. I didn't know what I was." "Until now," he said quietly. "And now they know." Tatiana looked down at the book. The sigil. The words. The truth that had unraveled her world in hours. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked. Luscius stepped forward slowly, until the silver trim of his coat caught the moonlight. "No," he said. "Not yet."