Ticci Toby Appearance Novels & Stories

“…you’re both dead men.” Toby’s body trembled. He tried to sit up, spitting blood onto the floorboards. “You’ll see I’m not lying.” The door creaked open then, and the same man I had sent out stepped back inside. Behind him, Garrick appeared, wiping his hands on his trousers as if he’d just come straight from the barn. He looked tired, unsuspecting, a furrow of confusion on his brow as his gaze flicked from me to Toby kneeling in a heap on the floor.

" No, you are not handsome, you are pretty, like girl type of fine." I try, try very hard and fail woefully at trying to look as if at she didn't just call me pretty. "You still haven't answered my question." "Everybody says he is" She gives me a brow. "Everybody says he looks better." i finish "Do you?" The truth, the whole and nothing but the truth? Nahhhhhh. I tell her that, and for some reason it makes her grin even thicker. I swear i can't figure out this girl. I think it's a tie. Tobi has Daddy's body and Mumsi's peoples face; the perfect combo..doesn't mean i didn't put up fight.

Lily said to herself as she walked away. But then as she was about to take her step past the picture frame, something else caught her eye. She looked back at the frame and was stunned. “The hand. I could know this hand anywhere.” She moved closer to the picture frame and just as it was, it never changed. The same scars. Everything was still there. And for a weird reason. As she stood there, she had this stupid idea that Toby might have actually been Tobias all along. But everything just did not work out.

" __ The two girls walked over to Toby’s house and knocked on the door. The house was an old, raggedy farmhouse. It had a porch with a rocking chair on it and a rusty old truck parked in the driveway. As they waited for Toby to answer the door, Sunny couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity. She wondered what kind of person Toby would be with his sweet yet hillbilly reputation that Beth spoke of. Would he have a thick Southern accent? Would he be wearing overalls and chewing on a toothpick? These thoughts swirled in her mind as the door creaked open, revealing Toby standing there with a warm smile on his face. Sunny's initial assumptions about Toby quickly dissipated as she t

I turned to look at her and asked what she wanted, but she nodded to the front of the classroom and mouthed ‘’Hottie’’. Looking up, I felt my stomach drop. Of course. Of Fucking Course. Toby was standing there. He did the typical thing of writing his name on the board and turned to face the class, smiling. He scanned the room and had to take a double-take when his eyes landed on me. He paused but only for a second, but coughing, uncomfortably and started talking to the class, introducing himself. It was weird, seeing him all professional. I’ve never seen him like this before. He seemed so proud, while he looked around, purposely avoiding looking at me, which was fine.

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.

Lauren had a quick impression of a huge TV screen connected to a variety of sleek black boxes and speakers by a rainbow spiderweb of cables. But what caught her eye and held it was a big man stretched over the back of a couch like a giant house cat. And “giant” was the word. Toby was a tall man, but she’d be willing to bet that Colin Taggart was taller by several inches and broader all the way

’’ 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.

“I… It's not Ashton’s fault. I came he—” Riktor gestured for him to stop talking. “Not bad.” He uttered while observing the place. Then his sight landed on Toby, who looked like he had stopped breathing. “Tobias, you need to relax. You look like you're about to pass out. I'm not going to hurt you kid." He stated. Toby heaves a sigh of relief. "Or at least not yet," Riktor added. He saw Toby's face tensed. "I'm joking." He said, then laughed maniacally.

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.