Ticci Toby Cosplay Novels & Stories

I should not be thinking of someone else. "That shade of emerald absolutely brings out the green in your eyes, darling," Toby said, his voice a low, resonant hum as he snaked his arm around my waist. It felt nice to have his body next to mine. It briefly banished the thought of Nico from my mind A sales associate, with an air of quiet authority, appeared as if on cue. “Get that dress for the lady,” Toby said to the woman, “We’ll let you know if we find others we like”

she screams, her voice piping and furious. A boy walks into the room—Tobias. He looks exactly like the boy at the well, only older here, maybe seven. He doesn’t try to take the doll. Instead, he calmly lies down on the floor beside the bed, crossing his ankles, and stares up at the embroidered canopy. “You can keep her then,” he says, his tone oddly mature. “I heard that a doll like that turns into a full colony of hair lice at night. They’ll nest in your hair and eat your scalp.”

she inquired. Tobias explained how the miniature camera above the bed captured footage that was transmitted to the machine on his head. Then it would transmit the images through his visual nerves. Alicia was fascinated by this contraption and was keen to get a closer look. However, Tobias quickly discouraged her by lying, "You'd better not approach me. My bandages and surroundings are sprayed with a special potion to prevent my body from decaying. It's harmful to healthy beings." He did not wish to risk Alicia catching a whiff of his scent as her mate, even though he had used Edward's newly developed scent removal spray.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

“That’s Tobey.” As if summoned by his own name, Tobey came running toward them, pushing a toy truck overflowing with grass, sand, leaves, and several unidentifiable treasures collected with great importance. The wheels refused to turn. He stopped in front of Alicia, brows knitted in deep confusion. “Mommy… It’s broken.” She crouched beside him. “Maybe it’s just tired.” Then she looked up. “Tobey, this is Teddy. An old friend of mine.”

he smiles as we walk over and stand beside him and who I'm guessing is his mate. He wore a black suit, with his hair slicked back so it was neat and put away, a little too much hair gel used in my opinion. Stood beside him was a women, who looked about my age in a purple knee high dress, she had blonde hair with bright blue eyes. She looked rather nervous to be here, but I can't blame her this place is pretty intimidating. "I'm full of surprises, Jason this is my mate Taylor" Toby smiles introducing me after doing that weird guy handshake, Jason smiles bowing his head slightly at me.

With that overgrown beard, over-tanned skin, and that ridiculous worn-out leather jacket. Tobias makes a diamond shape with his fingers and peers at me through it with one eye. “Oh, I see it now. You are Bobo the clown? Or is it Molly the clown, since you are a girl?” Tobias snickers. “And what are you? A scarecrow?” I say as I push my way past him. I can hear him laughing from behind me. I wish I could shift so that I can drag his bum ass along the riverside. “Why are you angry, sweetheart? I like clowns, actually. It’s a compliment. By the way, your mascara is running, your teeth have lipstick stains, and your wig is crooked…unless it’s all in the name of the fabulous costume,” he bawks at

Leo melted into her, his limbs loosening, hiccups fading into soft coos. She smiled without realizing it. “Hey, little man,” she whispered. “You’re supposed to be napping.” She kissed his head. He responded by kicking his feet, tears forgotten, fingers curling into her shirt. That was when she felt it. The weight of another presence. Toby. He sat in the corner, his small body folded inward, arms wrapped tight around a teddy bear. His shoulders sadly hunched for a four year old, chin pressed down. He hadn’t moved around much since she arrived.

“Please, dude, behave yourself; you would get me in trouble. Cut this shit out. What even is your problem?” Toby folded his lips as he looked away, completely ignoring Rory and his question. The latter didn’t know if he preferred the silence or should feel insulted by being ignored. “I have been going after him for almost a decade.” He began, looking at his phone wallpaper: a photo from a brand shoot of them both. He loved the picture so much because it was him sitting on a throne-like chair and her on his legs, her dress flowing down to the ground. She had his face cupped in her hands and her forehead pressed against his, with them staring at each other. Both have white hair, one natural an

“He came here one day and talked to us. He said we should write you letters because you were sad. He… he told me what to write in the red one.” “What did he look like?” I asked, my voice steady but urgent. Toby glanced around nervously before whispering, “He was tall. He had a beard. And his eyes were really scary.” I swallowed hard, my wolf alert at the description. “Did he say anything else, Toby? Anything about why he was here?” Toby shook his head quickly, his small frame trembling. “No. He just smiled a lot, but it wasn’t a nice smile.” I forced a reassuring smile, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder gently.