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Ticci Toby trying to understand a s/o with Chronic Pain
Ticci Toby w/ a reader with chronic pain! (platonic)
no hate to you but im still not quite comfortable with writing romantic for toby!/nm wooo first creepypasta request of this batch lets go we're returning to this blogs roots yipee! this post may be a little blugh since i only just started allowing myself to write for toby and im still trying to get a hold on how i want to write his personality
one of the first ideas that came to my head when i first read this when it was sent in a few hours ago is that theres some level of disconnect... for lack of a better word. i mean toby himself doesnt feel pain, and he has mixed feelngs about it. on one hand he knows it makes him different and that often makes him feel like an outsider. on the other hand, he uses it as an advantage to power through things. the topic is complicated with him, and when it comes to you he doesnt fully understand why you're so careful with yourself; its not as if youre made out of glass
lack of being able to relate, you know?
not to say that he completely invalidates your pains. no, i think the opposite would be true. he cares about you a lot and hes going to hold onto you, and not let go. he is clingy and he is going to be obnoxious about it
i think he makes little notes to remember what helps with you (the admin totally isnt self projecting and giving toby horrible memory, definitely not), as well as leaves little notes for you to find throughout the day. cute ones, encouraging ones.. a little clunky and awkward but hey its the thought that counts!
^usually does the little notes for you on days where hes not going to be available for whatever reason, be it he needs to be put to work or what. honestly i dont think its uncommon for him to go MIA for a few days at a time given the nature of his work as a proxy
totally doesnt shoplift things that you like/will ease your pain. meds, snacks, stuff like that. that he paid for, obviously! nooo its not weird that hes asking to hide out at your house for a few hours he didnt do nothing!
offers to do your chores and stuff (with varying success) so you can lay down and rest. tends to only really offer them on your worse days, again in part to him not fully being able to grasp the level of pain youre in every day. hes trying his best!
gets you movies and games.. sometimes books, heating pads/blankets, things like that as well
less of a comfort guy and more of a distraction guy, definitely not a solutions guy; asides from getting (stealing) things for you, thats about where a lot of his comfort/solutions end, hes more so better prepared to keep your mind off of the pain with conversation and jokes and the aforementioned movies/books/games
definitely helps him to understand if you explain whats going on with you, be it simply saying whats hurting and why or even explaining your diagnosis, gives him something more solid to digest and work off of instead of just basic labels
Hello!
I'm thinking about writing here, but there are some obstacles, like I don't speak English. Or maybe my writing is strange to you, what do you think? I like Creepypastas, HC, One Shots etc.
Heyyy I saw your post about the cp x french s/O and I wanted to ask if you could do the same with a German s/O with the same CP's??:D
Creepypastas with a German!Reader that curses in their language
Includes: Hoody, Toby Rogers and Homicidal Liu
French!Reader version:
Hoody💖
Hoody thought your German accent was so cool. He could listen to you talk on and on all day. He also felt a thousand feet tall when you two were together in front of the others. You were such a catch, so Hoody showed you off to them all the time
Being Hoody’s lover, you also spent a fair amount of time with his buddy Masky. Like on missions, where Slender would assign you all together, often along with Toby as well
The four of you were deep within the woods one night. Masky was getting snappy with you, accusing you and Hoody of paying attention to each other more than the mission itself. Hoody couldn’t help it. He half expected Masky to be used to him touching on you all the time by now
Toby spotted the target up ahead in the dark, and readied his hatchets. He excitedly bolted ahead, keen to get them dirty again
What annoyed you the most was that Masky seemed to only be mad at you, and not Hoody. It was as if you weren’t a valuable part of this mission, but instead a distraction to the actual killers here
You cussed out Masky in German, him of course not knowing what you were saying. He grew tired of you and Hoody so he angrily followed after Toby, leaving you two alone
You and Brian walked together in silence for awhile, before you could hear a faint giggle emit from under his mask
“What?” You asked
Hoody continued to chuckle to himself, feeling for your hand in the dark. “What you said to him.” He explained
The man didn’t know a lick of German before he met you, but he began to slowly pick it up after you two became an item
“He doesn’t even know what you said! That’s why he’s so mad.” Hoody wheezed with laughter
You laughed along with him, giving his gloved hand a tender squeeze
Toby Rogers💖
Toby was actually German himself! Of course he didn’t have the accent like you did, with him growing up in Colorado and all… but that just made him love yours even more!
Living in the godawful manor, you had to defend yourself numerous times a week. Usually it was all in good fun, with banter and roasts. But when it came to foul insults, you definitely topped the charts in severity
Naturally, Toby begged you to teach him all the cuss words and dirty stuff in German. They became usual phrases for him, sometimes even saying them in his verbal tics
Absolutely loved it when you called Jeff a ‘schweinhund’ for the first time. Greatest moment of his life
That actually became Jeff’s nickname around the mansion for awhile. Of course Toby started it, and of course Jeff hated it (and you)
Toby had an unhealthy obsession with you. He followed you around like a lost puppy all day. He was so starstruck by you, and couldn’t believe he managed to snag you as his own
You swore a lot (like him), and it was always in German. Whether sassing the other creeps, or when you hit a body part on something, you were cussing out German profanities. Toby made a habit of saying the exact same words you did. He was like a parrot
The other creeps never knew what you were saying to them when you were arguing with them. Toby was the only one who did, and he lapped up every second of it
Homicidal Liu💖
Liu could listen to you talk for hours. He was absolutely entranced with your German accent. He never heard one in real life before he met you. Your voice was so soothing to him
Liu thought it was adorable when you talked or even cussed in German. It made his cold heart flutter. What made him go wild though, were your pet names for him
What you called Liu: liebling, schnucki and mausebär
What he loved the most about this, was that when you talked to the other creeps in German, it was often while in an argument. So you cussed or insulted them in your native tongue, just because you knew they didn’t understand
But when it came to Liu, you never did such thing. You were so tender and soft with him. It was embarrassing when you buttered him up in front of the others though
Liu could hear endless snickers from the mansion’s living room when you would call him ‘schnucki’ or your other pet names for him. Teasing mostly came from Liu’s brother Jeff
Liu got pissed when Jeff made fun of him because of you, but he quickly got over it when you came storming over. You cursed and insulted Jeff in German, making him dumbfounded. Liu thought it was so funny, and was glad to have you on his side
When the two of you were alone in his room, it was like he wasn’t even a crazed killer. He was like putty in your hands when you purred out your sweet names for him, or telling him you loved him in your native tongue
Liu pulled you into his lap while smiling like an idiot. He snaked his arms around your waist and slid a hand under your shirt, gliding his fingers along your back. You giggled, leaning in and whispering sweet German nothings in his ear
I could cry reading this, as incredible as it may seem, it's perfect but the ending makes me cry I have no words...
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.”
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.”
Creepypasta? In 2022? Yo
Can I req some Toby and/or EJ content? Maybe some general fluff or something? I am starving I will take literally anything
Absolutely! Creepypasta in 2022 is perfectly fine, emo never died. Besides it’s just in time for autumn.
(I chose Toby because he’s lowk one if my fav’s)
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Ticci-Toby fluff HC’s:
Maybe I’m projecting but I feel like Toby wouldn’t like being touched by most people
(You’re not most people)
• Toby would probably be kind of scared that he (or rather his physical tics) would hurt you or crush you because he cant feel it :(
•You would have to do the facilitating if you wanted to cuddle because he would try to be as aware as possible if you weren’t in control
NOW!!! Fluffy things that make him MELT:
Casual acts of service like doing his laundry or making him dinner
Remembering specific things he likes and dislikes
Patience, that’s it thats the tweet
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I didn’t know if you wanted a drabble but if you did feel free to send in another ask, my submission box is usually open! This was a fun submission.
Hope to see you again soon!
No Escape
I was pretty bored, so I wrote this little one-shot for you all. If anyone has a request, you can just send them in. Also, 123 followers?! What the fudge?! Thanks to everyone who enjoys the stuff I make, I really appreciate it a lot :3 I'm actually thinking of making a second part of this.
TW: Swearing, Blood, Violence, Death, Decapitation
Ticci Toby X NB! Reader
*1,964 words*
The October night was cold and busy, trick or treaters scattered around the neighborhood wearing various kinds of costumes. Most of them were children with their family, some were teenagers, and others were adults going to parties. Police were in some places, watching and making sure everything was alright and no one was in trouble. The night was fun and happy, as usual. Nothing really bad happened in this neighborhood, it seemed. There hasn't been a murder, or attempted murder, in over fifty years, which was good.
The edge of the forest was full of life as a party was taking place. It was rather large as a family was hosting it; they invited friends and some brought their family and pets. There were many different games and the family that was hosting the party made sure that it was child friendly, as many children were there. At a table, a group of young adults from college were sitting and eating and drinking as they chatted. They were all in costumes and looked as happy as can be, a few on their phones.
"Hey guys." a tall girl their age wearing a pirate costume with a few objects in her hands walked to the table, a concerned expression on her face.
"Oh, hey Leana. You and (Y/N) enjoying the party?" A guy with freckles asked as he tapped his Ghost face mask on the table.
"Yeah, that's the thing, Jarred. I haven't been able to find them. Have, uh, have any of you seen them?"
"No." Jarred replied as he frowned.
"Do you know where they might have been?" Another guy with a Scream costume asked. Him and the other one were probably going as Billy and Stu from the famous slasher movie.
"They said they were going to go get their cousin Annie who wandered into the forest. Annie came back, but (Y/N) didn't."
"Maybe they're just lost or taking pictures of the forest?" A girl dressed as a cat hypothesizes as she fixed her cat ears.
"I-I don't know." Leana sounded worried and showed something that was in her hand. "The thing is... I found their phone and it now has a crack in it."
"What in the?" Another girl who was dressed as a clown looked at the phone. "I- Did you look for them?"
"Yes, yes I did but couldn't find anything else but their cane, lantern and mask. But I left those where I found them."
"Did you tell their parents about this?" Jarred looked at your cracked phone, and took his mask, and clutched in tightly.
"No. But I was hoping you all could go get the police while I tell their parents."
"Of course we will!" the cat girl shot up, "Right guys?" she looked towards everyone else at the table who nodded.
"Yeah, (Y/N) might be in some trouble." the second guy with the Ghost face mask shot up as well. "And I'll come with you to tell their parents."
"Thanks Xander." Leana started to look even more worried and concerned for you.
"Me, Brittney, and Saffron will go get the cops, while you and Xander will go tell (Y/N)'s parents about their disappearance.
Everyone nodded and left to go do what they were told.
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You ran as fast as you could through the forest, careful not to trip over your dress. This Halloween, you custom made your own plague doctor costume with your close friend Leana. You had a full on mask, hat, and clothing, along with a lantern and cane, but you lost those with your phone. Your four year old cousin Annie wandered into the forest and you went to fetch her and bring her back. When she was safe you went to retrieve your cane and lantern (and mask), which you dropped when you noticed Annie was gone.
But, before you could get those, a gloved hand, cold and tasted like dirtied leather, was put roughly against your mouth. You screamed and scratched at the arm that pulled you away from the scene, but it was no use. No amount of screaming or moving around would let your capture let go of you, even if you did hit him, it had no effect. Finally, when the two of you were deep enough in the forest, your capture roughly tossed you on the grassed ground.
The fear when you looked up at the man who was now chasing you was nearly indescribable. The man had to be at least six foot and four inches, his dark hair disheveled with pale skin, and clean looking orange goggles over his eyes. He had on a dark colored coat with dark pants and a pair of sneakers; a belt was around his hips with two hatchets attached, the metal part gleaming in the moonlight. That was scary, the hatchets, but possibly the most terrifying thing about him was probably his face. On his left cheek, there seemed to be a large open gap; it showed his pink flesh and gums and his teeth.
You've seen photos and heard about a guy who had some sort of piercing in his face, showing off his teeth. You thought that was cool, a little strange, but cool. But this man, this man was not doing that. The open wound did look healed, but it was obviously a wound that was left by some sort of accident, or the man did that to himself. He quietly looked down at you, shivering and crying, and you just looked at him, too scared to get up and run.
"Not runnin', huh?" He asked you.
Hearing his deep voice made you gulp, and you swore he had some sort of accent. German, maybe. After a few seconds he reached down to a hatchet and you gasped. You got up hastily and started to run. You knew that this wasn't the way back to the party, but you ran anyways, not wanting to risk running around him. You looked behind you and saw that he was chasing after you, making you run even faster.
.
.
.
Toby chuckled and gripped his hatchet harshly in his hand. He thought it was funny that you thought you were getting out of this forest and live your life. Of course, he had strict instructions from his Master to kill you. You were doing a report of people who went missing in this forest around fifty years ago for school, and the survivors talked about a Slender Man who nearly killed them. You were getting close to knowing the truth, weird as the news reports were all destroyed. How did you get access to them? To Toby, The Slender Man was known as The Operator, his boss and the eldritch-like creature who would torture him if he didn't kill you.
Toby raised his hatchet, getting ready to toss it at you. He looked around at your body for a perfect place to strike you with it.... a couple seconds passed.... and a few more... and then he tossed it! The hatchet flew over to you and hit you in the back. You screamed in pain and fell over, tears falling down your face as you sobbed. You couldn't get up and the hatchet was lodged in your back, up a bit, and it definitely cut through your clothing. Warm blood seeped out from the wound and began to stain your clothing. You shook and Toby walked over to you; he took the old hatchet's handle and put a foot on your back, and then pulled the hatchet out, blood pouring out of the wound like a waterfall.
You screamed louder at the pain, and gripped the grass in your gloved hands. You bit your lip as you tasted your salty tears and tried to fight the pain. Maybe you would get out alive somehow? No. You were going to die. You were going to die alone in this forest by the hands of a fucking maniac and your body was most likely never going to be found. Your friends would be devastated at your loss and the town would most likely go into a panic as a crime like this wasn't committed since the early seventies.
Toby leaned down and took your shoulder in his iron grip and turned you over. You held in a scream from this; your back was bleeding, your spine most likely severely damaged, and it was touching the gross ground of the forest. Toby stomped a foot on your chest and you closed your eyes, whimpered, and gripped the grass so hard that under your gloves, your hands were probably going white.
This is it, you thought, shaking and biting your lip so hard that it started to bleed, I'm going to die in the hand of this asshole. Fuck.
Toby smiled down at you, your eyes closed and blood running down your mouth to your chin and to your neck. He raised his hatchet, and like an executioner, swung it, almost decapitating you. Your head was still on your shoulders, but it was almost off. You were still aware of what was happening. Crying harder, you tried to take a breath, but started to choke at the blood. Toby groaned and raised the hatchet and cut your head off completely.
He watched as the blood pooled around you and squirted out from your neck. You opened your eyes and looked around. What the hell. Weren't you just decapitated? Wait.... You have heard of people's heads, like Ann Boleyn, being conscious for about 4-30 seconds after being separated from the body. Your head, still half conscious, looked up at the sky and the man who did this to you loomed down, a devilish smile on his face. You frowned and tried to speak, but your eyes lidded and you started to black out.
You were dead.
Toby was told by the Operator to leave your body where it was after killing you, so he didn't do anything. He put his hatchet back where it was and looked at your body. It was too bad you died. You were young and quite the attractive person in his eyes. But oh well, he had orders to do.
Toby cracked his neck and walked away, leaving his work to rot.
The next day, a whole entire search party went out looking for you. Your friends were part of it and everyone was quite shaken up when they didn't find you. The search lasted a few months until you were found by a police officer, who almost threw up at the sight of you. You were in the same position, but bugs flew around your decomposing corpse and you had worms and maggots in your neck. When the town found out you were dead, your prediction was right. Everyone panicked.
Your family and friends held a funeral for you and had you cremated. Your body was far too decomposed to be in a casket or coffin. People thought that you being dead was connected to the mysterious murders and missing people fifty years earlier while other thought that your murder was just some sick bastard. The whole town mourned you, as you were quite popular, and they all said "They're in Heaven, flying with angels."
Little did they know that you weren't in Heaven, nor were you in Hell. You became a ghost. A headless ghost. You wander the forest, lost and scared, your head under your arm as you walk. You never saw anyone else besides the cop who found your body at your death place, so you became lonely. You were dead, angry, scared, and lost.
You knew you couldn't escape this monster named Toby the moment you laid eyes on him.