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Have you ever had the strangeness of seeing something where the main character is IDENTICAL to you... And you become paranoid? I'm in the middle of this crisis, I'm honestly a little hallucinating and I find this strange sometimes... Because it happened to me! 🤯🏃‍♂️

La Danse Macabre (Ticci Toby x Reader)

Everyone must meet you, in the end. A Creepypasta x Death!Reader story.

TW: Mentions of violence, gore, and overall very dark themes. If you are uncomfortable in any way with the thought of what comes after life, I would not recommend reading.

A/N: This is a fic I wrote about two years ago, originally published on Quotev. I am aware that the creator of the character of Ticci Toby does not desire for anyone to use him in content, but seeing as this fic has existed on the internet for two years- I am merely just reposting it here. This is part one of a series involving various Creepypasta characters and the reader, the personification of death.

The first time you meet, Toby mistakes you for an angel.

You gaze down at him through shattered glass and twisted metal with nothing but pity in your eyes. Even as the car burns around him, all he wants to do is continue looking upon your beauty. His breath catches in his throat as you reach towards him, a dainty hand emerging from your billowing robes.

Toby prays you will grace him with your touch, but he is not what you have come for. Only then does he become aware of his sister slumped against his side, her head lolling forward at an unnatural angle.

That can’t be comfortable, Toby thinks as he watches you brush away the hair stuck to Lyra’s forehead. A red substance trickles from her nose, but he pays no mind to it as you press three fingertips to her skin. When you withdraw them, a gold light follows, morphing around your fingers in warm whisps. They settle into a glowing orb that floats in your palm, its soft light illuminating the sharp features of your face before you tuck your hand into your robes once more.

Where are you taking her? Toby wants to ask, the words unwilling to spill out. His desperate eyes lock with yours. Take me with you!

As if you heard his plea, you shake your head once softly. A sad smile twists your lips as you take a step back.

Please don’t leave me! Toby tries to shout. All he can manage is a garbled groan, his dry throat constricting with the effort. He blinks and you’re gone, not a single trace of you left behind.

Despair takes over him, and the next thing he’s aware of is the harsh fluorescent light of his hospital room beating down on him. His mother is in the chair beside his bed, her fingers interwoven tightly in his own.

He barely registers her words as she tells him of the accident, the fire, his sister. Numbness creeps over his senses, until the memory of your face gazing upon him is all he can see. 

~ 

The next time you meet, Toby believes you are the devil.

You are a shadow in his periphery from the moment his service to the Slenderman begins, a blight in the corner of his vision that disappears every time he turns his head.

He can always feel you there, watching him. He wants to hate you. A part of him does, if only for the fact that you left him to continue living alone. However, as time goes on and your presence becomes as familiar as a second skin, he finds himself doing just the opposite. You are the only thing that ties him to who he was before, the only thing that bridges his current life to his previous one.

It isn’t until one fateful night that you make yourself truly known.

Toby stands over the slaughtered family, blood dripping from his hatchets. He is breathing heavily, the strong scent of iron and tears filling the air. A little girl lays at his boots, her eyes blown wide in terror, her last scream forever frozen on her lips.

You morph into being from the shadows, bending down and closing her eyelids. Her soul is malleable and warm, glowing with a pale pink. Your heart is heavy as you tuck it into your robes.

“You are trying very hard to make me regret sparing your life,” You say, your gaze glued to the child’s face.

Toby scoffs, ignoring the twinge of guilt deep in his gut. “It sh-should have b-been me th-th-that day.”

“Do not play this game with me,” you warn, finally standing to face him. “You will lose.”

Last time he saw you fully, Toby thought you were his guardian angel finally showing yourself. He thought you bright and beautiful as the starlight. Now he knows you to be as terrible as the dawn. He holds your gaze defiantly even as desire sweeps through him.

You soften slightly, reaching up and cupping his cheek. He keens into your touch, twitching slightly. You sigh. Times like these make you detest the immortal blood running through your veins. “Life is a sacred gift, my love.” you say, your fingers deftly lowering his mouth guard. “Please don’t waste it.”

For once, Toby- shy, demure, Toby- is bold. He leans forward, capturing your lips with his. You taste of honey, you taste of wind. You taste of all that has been and all that will be, and he would gladly drown in it forever, as long as it was by your side.

You reluctantly pull away, the moment having gone on too long. You can feel the souls from around the world crying out for you, begging for their release.

“Will I see you again?” Toby asks hopefully.

You bow your head. “Not if you continue along your current path,” you whisper, your eyes filling with tears. They spill over as you meet his gaze once more, the edges of your form beginning to flicker. “You tread a way I cannot follow.”

With that, you are gone. Blood from the corpses at his feet pools in your place. They are the only thing that bear witness to his agonized screams. 

~

The last time you meet, you are his salvation. Toby stands with his back against the wall, shaking hands in the air. Spots of red dot his form as cops surround him, their guns primed and ready to fire.

You stand behind them, a shade in the mist, barely a whisper. He catches sight of you through the night, your eyes piercing even deeper than the first bullet does.

Time stills as you move towards him, picking your way to him with ease. You are just as beautiful as the day he first saw you. He watches your lips move, his name falling from your lips like a pour of sugar.

“Toby.”

Your voice carries to him over the din, and his eyes close in pleasure as the second bullet hits. His knees hit the ground with a thud, and he can barely register the shouts of the police through the roar in his ears. When he looks up, you are standing over him, your eyes filled with love and the secrets of the universe.

“It is time to go, my love.” You say, your three fingers coming to press against his forehead. He shudders at the impact of the third bullet, but still remains kneeling. 

“Will you keep me with you?” He asks, another bullet shattering through him. He falls backwards this time, the hard reality of the earth rising to greet him. His vision blurs until all he can see is your face close to his. You peck both his cheeks before finally settling your lips on his. With much strain, he weaves his fingers through your hair, holding you against him even as you pull his soul from his body.

It is so large you require both hands to hold its shimmering mass. Instead of placing it in your robe, you press it against your heart, allowing it to seep into you.

A translucent form of the corpse laying in front of you appears as he once did in life. Sleek brown hair flops in front of his handsome features, and a boyish smile tugs at his lips. He offers you a hand with flourish, eyes twinkling with mischief.

You take it with a smile, walking with him hand in hand into the stars.

“Always.”

I feel like we don’t talk about how Creepypasta is deeply connected emo/ scene culture. If you read fics from 2016 back you’ll see that a lot of the “y/ns” are emo/ scene girls. Jeff the Killer especially was an emo icon which is why he’s a cute emo guy in a lot of fan art and has a lot of scene kid art style art. It’s no coincidence that Toby’s “theme song” back in the day was “Dont You Dare Forget The Sun” by Get Scared. Also no coincidence that Sarcasm by Get scared was the “theme song” for Creepypasta characters in general. If you look at me and other emo girls today we’re most likely like/ liked Creepypasta. To this day I remember all the mansion fics with emo girl y/ns. Also no coincidence that the character made to represent the fandom, Nina, is an emo girl or at least emo inspired and ppl draw her scene/ emo in fanart. Her and Jeff were always drawn as emo boyfriend and scene girlfriend. God I love how my two favorite things collide. Feel free to add on more stuff! This is off the top of my head. :3

practicing expressions while I wait 4 my tablet to wake tf up

: A Twinge of Thyme .

O2. The “Hosts”/ Proxies

Synopsis: One step closer to heaven, but falling down to hell after tripping.

General Content Warning: cannibalism/ gore/ cults mentioned in EJ, and abuse /BRIEFLY/ hinted at in Toby's.

Notes: I GOT TO YAP ABOUT TOBY, TODAY IS A GREAT DAY PEOPLE... (I love this man so much)

One step on the moon, one leap for Tobias Erin Rogers, or whatever that guy said.

Kate is still a WIP because I need to replay Slender: The Arrival and check up on her story again to get a gist of her character, and Brian is a WIP because even though I watched Marble Hornets I was not paying attention whenever that man was on screen. (I'm just a girl who was trying to see Tim Sutton play a character who is NOT having a field day.)

I didn't add Kate because the only thing I have on her is "the third to join" 😭, I CAN'T LOOK LIKE A COOL AESTHETIC CREEPYPASTA BLOG IF I CAN'T EVEN WRITE A FULL SENTENCE ABOUT MY INTERPS !! 😡😡🤬. (I'll add her once I finally manage to get more of an idea of her character/ where she is in the story and manage to write a full sentence about her.)

The “Hosts” of The Operator consist of:

Jeff The Killer

Tim Wright/ Masky

Brian Thomas/ Hoodie, (WIP!)

Tobias Erin Rogers/ Toby

Kate The Chaser, (WIP!)

Eyeless Jack, (in the process of becoming a “host” is more heavily influenced than the others due to The Operator needing to rely on him more since he's the only one around with adequate medical experience to tend to wounds.)

Jeff The Killer

The fourth to join, after killing his family he fled to the woods in seek of refugee from the cops where he ended up abruptly being forced to succumb to “Operator Sickness” the longer he had to stay/live in the woods. 

He is sadistic, cruel, apathetic, selfish, and quick to anger. He is /not/ kind or sympathetic to anyone or anything, He does not feel bad for life or taking it away, he kills for the adrenaline rush of it all to see somebody’s misery/ suffering as he takes life away and for the /joy/ of it all. If you try to plead a sob story with him or how much you “relate” to him he’ll just laugh in your face and play with your emotions before eventually killing you off.

He used to play with dead cats and would kill small animals in their yard when he was younger, but Liu and his family would just brush it off as Jeff being a weird little kid- even when he began to become weirdly obsessed with forensic science and the study of murder and even gave Liu a dead cat once, they just brushed it off.

He likes the attention of fangirls and finds them amusing, (and they give him a /major/ ego boost.) But doesn’t care for them enough to spare them at the end of the day. He’ll kill anyone he runs into contact with, and fangirls aren’t the exception. He’ll just toy with them and flatter them, making them feel as if they're worth something- as if he cares about them before mocking them /cruelly/ in the process of doing so before eventually killing them off. The only reason why Nina is still standing is because she had a good enough survival instinct to run away before he could end her, making him /hate/ her. 

I HC that he struggles with Intermittent Rage Disorder, ASPD (Anti - Social Personality Disorder), and narcissism. So he is /extremely/ quick to anger, and his rage isn’t just a brooding teenager screaming at his mom to get out of his room- it’s a Molton, seeping, hot rage that genuinely kills/ threatens the lives and well-being of anyone in a general vicinity. He manipulates people who show interest in him to do his bidding before eventually cutting them off abruptly, dropping that he never cared for them in the first place. He’s selfish and only thinks about himself in every aspect of his life, including relationships and social interactions most of all.

If he approaches you, it’s because he sees something that /he/ can gain from the conversation- not because he wanted to just out of good will. He doesn’t care or spare other people’s feelings, only thinking about the joy/adrenaline rush /he’ll/ get out of something. He has a "bit" of a superiority complex of sorts, assuming he’s the most beautiful of them all. And that even if he carves into somebody to make them beautiful like /him/, he’s still the most stunning of them all.

Don’t even think about changing him, he doesn’t want to be changed- he knows what he’s doing is wrong, /he just doesn’t care./ 

He lives in abandoned cars in the woods, not really caring about settling down and finding a home- only on the run/ adrenaline rush that killing gives him. 

He has nobody close to him, and he doesn’t care for relationships- only himself. 

He hates The Operator and has fought against him countless times and will still do so, having not learned his lesson yet. He doesn’t like the feeling of somebody else having control over him, especially with how “powerful” he is, so even if the memories he brings back make him feel /hurt/ with an ache in his chest occasionally, he’ll continue to fight.

He’s generally around 28 in my au/interp, (to make him fit into Nina’s story. I originally was going to make him mid 30’s- but eh, fuck it we ball.)

Tim Wright/ Masky

The first to join, during the set of Marble Hornets he was practically struggling with the “Operator sickness” (the influence/disease caused by The Operator), and infected Brian in the process due to them being best friends and now also being forced to be around each other due to filming. His licensed schizophrenia not making it any better/ and making it easier for him to fall under the influence. 

Masky is an alter ego in a sense, Tim is not conscious at all of whatever Masky does when he “fronts”/ takes over. He struggles with Dissociative Amnesia which means he completely forgets what happens in the time Masky “fronts”, he forgets the murder he committed and is left with the afterglow countless times- forced to look down at bloodied hands with shaky breathes and widened eyes. 

Masky was made in a way to sort of cope with Tim being a “pushover” various times throughout his life/ when it came to Tim easily accepting his fate under The Operator. Tim didn’t bother to fight, he was scared and just let The Operator slowly take over him and form, thus making Masky form in a rebellious manner to “combat” against The Operator- just to be broken down psychologically and forced to work under The Operator.

Neither Tim nor Masky like The Operator or “obediently” work under him, they both loath/ hate him and just work under him in fear of what the being can do to them/ fear of completely losing a grip of themselves. They don’t like working for him, they just fear what would happen to them both if they didn’t and pulled themselves out. 

Tim isn’t nice, he’s sympathetic to a /certain/ degree- but he doesn’t show it, /at all./ He’s socially awkward and keeps to himself in the internal fear of affecting anybody else to succumb to The Operator Sickness like he did to Brian, to /everyone/ on the set of Marble Hornets. He blames himself for what happened is practically filled with self-loathing, but hides it well by a rough exterior- barely even flinching at any gore as he lazily smokes on a Marlboro Red. 

He’s cold, but awkward all the while- and cuts straight to the point, ending any conversation as fast as possible efficiently with a /severe/ resting bitch face. He can be snappy and quick to anger, not bothering to yell/ start an argument. 

He doesn’t have anyone close to him, only co-workers and enemies, and he’d prefer to keep it that way. 

Masky is /cruel/, sadistic, and apathetic. He doesn’t spare any sympathy and is cruel and teasing/mocking while doing so, he doesn’t shed tears with pleading victims- he only finds a profound /amusement/in their suffering. He’ll happily grin and laugh in your face if you’re pleading for a sense of sympathy or crying about your dead family. 

His tactics are /brutal/, he’ll use anything he can get his hands on as a weapon- he’s self-sufficient in that manner and he won’t even bat an eye if some intestines come spilling out. He is /not/ the “host” you will be getting a sense of humanity from, he treats your suffering like a toy he finds great entertainment in and finds genuine satisfaction from hurting people. 

He’s like a robot completing a mission, and /nothing/ will make him stop a mission once he picks it up.

Unlike Hoodie, he kills just to kill without meaning.

He lives in a busted-down Cabin that’s a part of the inner woods/ depths, as close to The Operator as humanly possible without him going insane so he can be at The Operator’s every beck and call- The Operator relying on him more considering he’s the first of the group that The Operator “influenced.” He doesn’t like it and complains about it, but can’t do anything to fix it.

He is not friends with Hoodie/ Brian, the duo after having a fallout after Tim pushed the man out of a building/ window/  nearing the end of Marble Hornets. 

He’s in his mid-30s and has a beard growing from months of not shaving due to guilt/ depression.

Brian Thomas/ Hoodie (WIP!!)

I’m good at reading Hoodie’s character, but not so much of Brian’s yet. So unfortunately for the time being I’ll go more into depth on Hoodie’s part, I’m sorry for the inconvenience. 

He’s second to join shortly after Tim, being quickly affected due to him being best friends with the man- especially since he spent so much time by the man while he was being affected.

Brian hates the idea of Tim/ even the mere topic of the man being brought up, and Hoodie is the same way and feels the exact same way about Tim/Masky. The memories are too bittersweet, he hates Tim for what he unknowingly caused and misses the life that they had before The Operator happened- but still misses the man. They were best friends, after all. 

A sick part of him feels like Tim is the only one to understand where he’s coming from, and he might even try to make contact with Tim when he feels like this. But then pauses and remembers how much /damage/ Tim/Masky caused and stops himself and goes right back to hating him. It’s a miserable cycle he goes day by day, but he can’t find himself getting a clear grip on his emotions anytime soon.

Hoodie hates The Operator, and so does Brian and they both do anything in their way to rebel/ go against The Operator. Their only goal is to kill Masky or at the very least Tim. 

Eventually, Hoodie was forced to give up after a particularly grueling fight that cost him his life and he was forced to begin working directly under The Operator. And although he is still plotting against The Operator, he isn’t as open about it. 

Hoodie is /manipulative/, he doesn’t speak and is generally a selective mute. But if the situation calls for it he knows just exactly how to turn on that Southern charm that makes anyone /swoon/ into talking too much and giving him the information he needs. He isn’t empathetic, and although he is a /tad/ bit sympathetic- it isn’t generally enough to make him care about what happens to you at the end of the day.

He's an instigator, he gathers as much information on you as possible and follows you around to tip you on the edge of paranoia before handing out anything he gets on you to The Operator. He doesn't kill unless The Operator asks him to and is more so just there to push the victim further into The Operator Sickness/ just to let the victim know that they're being watched.

THAT’S ALL I GOT- I’M WORKING ON THEM STILL. I’M SO SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE! 

Tobias Erin Rogers/ Toby

The last to join, he’s just 26, verging on 27 in the present day. He succumbed to the “Operator Sickness” during the weeks leading up to Lyra’s death, only to become easier to be influenced the longer the weeks stretched by after Lyra’s death. Eventually, when he snapped and killed his father- he was already too far gone and completely affected by the “Operator Sickness” and succumbed to being a “host” easily the second The Operator showed up to save him from the fire.

He isn’t kind, he’s /extremely/ hard to get along with. He’s not waffle-obsessed, “Hey Masky!” Childish idiot who somehow managed to become a “host”, he’s /brutal/, analytical, and is a genuine threat to anyone who comes across him. 

When he was 17 and freshly joined the “Hosts”, he was naive, I’ll admit that. He genuinely believed that he could gather The Operator’s praise as long as he did what he wanted and thought that he could consider The Operator as a father figure. But upon working for him longer, he soon slowly begins to realize that The Operator doesn’t care for him at all and can easily replace him- slowly making him loathe and eventually form a hatred for The Operator.

He hates how dumb he was, he hates how The Operator stole away his past and he can’t remember anything about it. But when he /briefly/ remembers his past because The Operator /wanted/ him too, he hates it and just desperately wishes to forget it all again.

He doesn’t like working under The Operator, but he stays working under The Operator due to fear- fear that he’ll be forced to remember everything again, he /wants/ to remember, but he can’t ignore the array of emotions he feels when he finally does remember and he /hates/ that. 

He hates feeling weak in general, after possible years of feeling weak- for once he wants to be the top dog, the brute that everybody fears.

In his teenage years, (17-19) he was childish, dumb, and playful- but as the reality of the situation began to dawn on him and he realized just exactly how The Operator couldn’t give a shit about him, he began to change. He began to become more cold, realizing now that he could die at any second and he could be easily replaced- the fear dawning on him as he began to harden and grow to be more /brutal./

He’s /crude/, sadistic, and playful- but being oh-so-/cruel/ while doing so. He treats it like a cat and mouse hunt, and the cat /always/ wins- he’ll tease you and play along about not your hiding place, already knowing he knows /exactly/ where you are. It’s just one big game to him.

His sense of humor is morbid and dark, he’s awfully sarcastic and sounds /mocking/ while doing so- he doesn’t care if he hurts your feelings or not and might even snicker like a little shit if he sees you shedding a tear as he continuously /mocks/ you for every single thing you do. Sure, he’s a /little/ bit more empathetic than the rest of the “Hosts”, but not by much. He might narrow his eyes with a twinge of his brow as frowns upon hearing you vent about your abusive relationship/ friendship and will seem generally sympathetic but he won’t do much to help save you and will still kill you at the end of the day.

He’s hard to get along with, and if you say something in even the slightly wrong tone he’s quick to start an argument. And it’s not a rebellious teen's anger- no, his anger can parallel Jeff’s from how /enraged/ he gets. It only gets worse if he feels like you’re teasing him for it, after all. He screams and yells until his voice cracks and his throat aches, he swings his hatchets around like a madman- bloodthirsty and maniac as he looks at you as if he wants you dead. 

He does this because he doesn’t like feeling /weak, he doesn’t like the feeling of being picked on- he doesn’t like being seen as anything else other than a big dog. He wants to feel /worth/ something, so he does it by feeding into a power complex that he’s only worth something if he’s strong or a top dog in a big power ring. 

So even if he doesn’t like lashing out like /somebody/ he can’t even remember and practically physically recoils at the memories, he can’t help himself from lashing out when so overwhelmed by the feeling/ emotion of being /weak/ he ends up getting lost in his emotions while doing so.

He’s generally a loner and prefers to stick with the friends he has and doesn’t care or need to make more. He likes the friends he has already and wouldn’t bother changing them. (Not to mention that he isn’t a fan of socializing either). He wants to be loved, and he yearns for it like nothing more- he just can’t get it because of his mindset of acting like a rabid dog to the hand who tries to help. 

He already went through too much, and he can’t be changed because of it because it permanently altered his mind of thinking. He literally /can’t/ change because it’s all he’s been taught. 

Even if he doesn’t remember his past, the damage is still there and done- and even if he can’t know or remember /why/ he exactly acts this way. But all he knows is that he /needs/ to act like it.

He has a cabin deeper into the woods of Rosewood Park that verges on the line of The Operator’s territory, but he usually just ends up crashing at Clockwork’s place anyway because it’s “nicer.” 

He does NOT like having to live around The Operator 😭😭‼️

Sorry, I couldn’t help yapping about Toby- he’s my favorite, ugh. 

Eyeless Jack

The fifth to join, he was originally just an “influenced”, but the more proxies The Operator started to gain, the more he realized he needed somebody in the medical field to tend to his proxies who just kept on getting hurt on missions. (Especially Jeff, despite the man /refusing/ any help- his ego too big to admit somebody great like /HIM/ needs to depend on anybody else.)

Eyeless Jack was the first for The Operator to rely on, the man having been majoring in human physiology and having adequate experience before the “incident.”

The more he hung out around The Operator and his “hosts”, the more he got affected by The Operator's sickness- eventually resulting in him where he is now, slowly but unknowingly turning into a “Host.” (He’s aware, he just decides to bury it down and not focus on it too hard in denial about the whole situation.)

He is controlled by the demon inside of him, not the other way around. I repeat, /he literally cannot control his own body./

I HC he’s possessed by the demon/ entity of a Wendigo, his hunger is literally /insatiable/ and he’s always hungry and greedy for more. He’s not one to be around, especially if you’re just a mortal because nine times out of ten he’ll eat you, or at the /very/ least get a nibble out of you or an organ to feast on later.

Even when he’s himself and isn’t /completely/ bloodthirsty, he needs to have an organ supply on him 24/7 (especially when tending to a “Host”) or else he will eat everyone in the room and even bits of himself if he can’t solve for his hunger quick enough. 

At random times, he can become /very/ bloodthirsty and hostile seemingly for no reason at all. He can be hanging out with you, silent as usual before all of a sudden tackling you and ripping off your ear for just a /small/ nibble to tend to his insatiable hunger.

When he isn’t bloodthirsty though and is more so of “himself”, he’s a loner and tends to stick to himself. He’s quiet, calm, and collected- nonchalant and straight to the point and wants to get most social interactions done as quickly as possible. He can come off as monotone and bored without even trying it, and even if it isn’t his intention- it just sort of happens, not that he cares about it.

He doesn’t care for making friends and genuinely doesn’t want to, he finds solace in his life when it’s quiet- and although he does find himself lulling occasionally about how /nice/ it would be to have somebody there, to feel /human/ again, he knows internally that he can’t have it due to his hunger. So he avoids the topic completely or ignores it and buries it deep down. 

He lives in a busted-down abandoned cabin somewhere along the North front of The Operator’s territory and is 28 years old. 

He doesn't really have a sense of sight and it's all muddied/ thermal location, so he has to rely on hearing for the most part. He can see /slightly/ better at night, but it's still not good.

“Ticci” Toby headcanons !! 🔥🔥

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A/N: finally got a writing piece done!!

Warnings: None!

★- he's 21 !

★- He's half german, so I'd imagine he has an accent

★- it's almost unnoticeable now :(

★- probably a bit short. like 5'8" ?

★- pansexual. he just wants someone to love him he doesn't care about their gender

★- he LOVES animals and insects

★- will literally sit there and watch a wooly bear caterpillar for hours

★- definitly loves raccoons. they're just like him!!

★- as in, steals from people, fights with others at the crack of dawn...

★- positively, he's also really smart

★- Toby doesn't really have a stutter. occasionally he does stutter, but not a lot-

★- most of the time it's just if the tic is verbal.

★- I don't think he has CIPA because he'd be like... dead by now :(

★- he does get hurt a lot though

★- goes down to the infirmary daily

★- he likes shiny thinks and has a box of shiny things under his bed

★- he also has a taxidermied (?) raccoon under his bed and genuinely doesn't know where it came from.

★- He was with Clockwork/Natalie for a year or less, but eventually they broke up.

★- Toby ended up being scared of her

★- but they had a good relationship and they didn't fight much at the end of it.

★- terrible cook.

★- has set fire to the stove many times and blew up the microwave??

★- he can cook brownies and scrambled eggs. n toast

★- so he uses that power to make toast and eggs 4 breakfast

★-he needs to be energized so he can stare at a caterpillar for hours straight 😁

★- Can't swim.

★- Just doesn't understand it, plus he doesn't like being wet or not being covered (same 😍)

★- he loves to steal from the people he kills (which are only the people Slenderman tells him to kill)

★- found some really cool goggles once and wears them all the time

★- the lenses appear like a kaleidoscope.

★- also likes to collect small, but cute things like calico critters and plastic creatures.

★- definitely has to steal the calico critters because those things are too expensive 😭

★- him and Nina will play with them together.

★- His music taste is more of what sounds good.

★- I'd say he mainly likes Alex g and Ayesha erotica

★- (idk if I spelled her name right :( ]

★- Personality wise, I don't think he's rude like some people say.

★- He's just shy, but is actually pretty respectful... to the people he likes.

★- Physically,

★- I don't think he bit through his cheek (without the CIPA, it'd be impossible for him to do that)

★- instead it was caused by the accident, but he left before they could do the surgery

★- He isn't pale, after spending hours a day outside, he has to be tan by now

★- also isn't skinny, he's thin, but is clearly strong.

★- Has hazel hair with a slight curl to it

★- plus big brown eyes 😻

★- he draws on his shoes and will not get new ones until they fall apart

★- he also has freckles!! all over his face(cheeks, nose)

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In conclusion he is pretty and very silly 💯👍

Redraw of an old doodle! Nina showing James some pics she took of Kate

Ticci Toby in the slenderverse web series "Blessed be the wicked" is the first real mature approach with the character to date, avoiding making him a mockery of mental illness and tourettes like the original story and every other interpretation I've seen. His name is Clarke Boetticher, otherwise known as "The Rook". An unwilling agent of the Tall man, indoctrinated into the cult at the lowest point in his life causes the young man to be tortured and starved into submission until he was a hapless participant in his own story. Clarke is a good friend of the main character Isaac Clayborne, throughout the story Clarke is shown to be a survivor at all costs. Whether its robbery or murder, it all comes to Clarke naturally now. He doesn't want to kill, not really: but its a dog eat dog world... and he refuses to be prey. While keeping his "Ticks" we're not animals who cant write and knowing people with ticks and doing the proper research allowed us to make the character feel authentic and true to its source material while creating something that's not harmful to people with these conditions and for mature audiences that want something more than a watered down scare. (I know, shocker that its possible.) His original design felt like it was trying to be a DC supervillain, and we didn't want to completely throw it out the door so the color pallets do much, the only difference being a more grounded appearance. His mask is based off of the Zodiac killer's mask, being a whole head covering hood with goggles on top, the white lines on the jaw are 5 fingerprints dipped in white paint and dragged downward.