Creepypastas Ticci Toby Novels & Stories

"It please. It. Not she. Honestly this modern day shit freaks me out. What will happen in the next 300 years when I wake up? Humans would learn to fly?" Toby nodded his head actually considering it. "Those creatures are evolving. Not that I'm complaining. Alexa play me a vibe." Music filled the whole room and Zayn groaned making his way upstairs. "Get down here little brother. There's no running from this, Alpha." Toby shouted and the guards chuckled a little. Zayn halted and smirked already feeling a little playful. Turning around, he saw to see Toby gesturing hands towards the kitchen. He walked towards Toby dragging him by the collar as they both entered the kitchen. Toby took the sponge

Toby POV. I didn't like snitching on Miles, but he hurt me for real, it's not my fault is Nathalie wants kids. I don't want any, well and daddy never talked about it, it's rare for cgl to have kids. Kittens are something else, we go to heat but we don't get pregnant, when I hit twenty one, I'll get out of my headspace and do dirty things. I don't think about those, I know, well big Toby knows that he'll only go through those things once every year. But it's nothing for little Toby to care about, I'm always in my little space and I'm happy like that.

The smell hit me instantly—garlicky noodles, soy and chili sauces, crispy fried things that made my stomach flutter with unexpected hunger. “I remembered how much you liked this place,” he said. “Pick whatever you want.” There was enough food for six people, easy. I reached for a spring roll and took a bite, savoring the crackle of the pastry and the soft, peppery filling inside. “So who let you up here?” I asked, chewing thoughtfully. “Oscar,” Tobi said, as if that wasn’t strange. “He came to visit me in the woods today.” “The woods?” I frowned.

"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."

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!

I never thought too much about it since I was always busy and wouldn't be able to come either way. Mel got along with Toby and my friends soon enough. We went to play in the arcade and watched a movie afterwards. It turns out Toby and his friends were actually a fan of Niche Syndrome so we had a lot to talk about. We even went to the karaoke and sang a few of their songs. One of our friends was a huge fan of Linkin Park and we were rockin and rollin even just after a few drinks. "Toby, can you give me one of that." I said pointing to the alcohol he's holding. 'Crawling' was playing in the background so I had to scoot over for him to hear me.

We hadn’t stopped for food, just had a few samples at the different catering places tide us over while we shopped. “Ok, I’ll find us some movies on Netflix and fix the popcorn and snacks!” Toby exclaimed, grinning at me. Thirty minutes later we were all on the couch, a mountain of pizza and snacks on the coffee table in front of us watching a cheesy romance film. I suppressed a smile as I noticed that Toby and Taylor were snuggled up, feeding each other gummy worms. I wrapped myself up in the fleece blanket Toby had given me before he put on the film and wondered at how happy my friend was in the moment. It was nice to see him so happy, even if he didn’t realize that it was due to the mate b

“Ah!” Tammy’s shrill scream echoed through the night. However, Toby did not even look at her. He stubbornly kept walking toward me, step by step. He gazed at me. His eyes welled up with tears again. “Stacy, look! I’ve gotten rid of that crazy woman. Can you believe in my sincerity now?” I frowned, not wanting to get caught up in this any longer. Rubbing my sore body from the collision, I tried to leave.

I definitely wouldn't give him to a child for any reason, but to me, Toby seemed more neglected than demonic. "Oh yes, he's definitely haunted," Taylor assured me, picking up the pamphlet that had fallen onto the floor when she handed Toby to me. The pamphlet had apparently come with the doll and detailed his long and scary history. "Toby used to belong to a little boy in the 1800s," she began theatrically, lowering her voice to a menacing whisper. "He was a lonely child, who was sickly and had to stay home all the time. Then one day, the little boy died of unknown causes."

"Cynthia, where is Toby?! What have you done with my son?! Bring him back to the school right now!" "Mummy!" A sweet, high-pitched voice echoed in the background over the phone line. It was Toby. "Mummy, guess what?!" Toby cheered happily over the speaker. "Auntie Cynthia got me a giant bowl of strawberry ice cream with chocolate sprinkles! And a toy car! Look at my car, Auntie!" "He's completely fine, Victoria," Cynthia’s calm voice returned to the line. "He's sitting right across from me at the pastry shop on Third Avenue, eating his ice cream like a good boy. Nobody is hurting him."