Ticci Toby x Reader

chapter twenty-three - notebook

"I want to become a Creepypasta."

Slenderman's body seemed to shift as if shocked by my decision.

"Are you sure Y/N? You don't even know the kinds of practises you have to do."

I began to cry the tears I'd been holding in since I remembered my parents in Toby's room.

"I don't want to be alive."

Slenderman's eyebrow bones indicated that he had a confused face.

"How do you know you won't be alive as a Creepypasta?"

"Toby told me. No more questions."

"But Y/N this is serious, you don't even know what you're talking about, you don't know what you're trying to put yourself through. I'm being kind enough to let you make this decision, no one else in the mansion had a choice."

I gulped.

"Then tell me."

"You obviously know that you're still gonna do the same aspects as any living thing that can walk and talk, right?"

I nodded.

"And you're okay with literally being dead, but still as normal as you were when you were alive."

"Yes."

"Then why are you taking this route? If you wanted to die, wouldn't you just do that yourself?"

I paused for a while.

"I'm too scared to die, I guess I just need freedom. Freedom to go around to places again like the other Creepypastas get to do. I don't want to end my life yet, I just don't want this isolated life."

Slender nodded, tapping his pen in a certain rhythm.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You don't even know half of it yet."

"Don't scare me out of it, I just want to do it at this point. I'd do anything for freedom."

"You're going to have to kill for me Y/N, you realise that. You will be punished in severe ways for not killing and be treated like a slave for me. You have much more freedom than you think."

I stared at Slenderman, thinking about it. I didn't realise it was that harsh, maybe I do need to understand more.

Slender cleared his throat, "How about some Creepypasta training and theory before you consider anything."

I nodded, "sounds good."

"Great. We'll start training tomorrow, Toby will be your trainer as he is your guardian."

My heart dropped, "why can't you train me, sir?"

"Well," he sighed "I simply haven't got the time, unfortunately. Why, is there something wrong with Toby?"

I frantically shook my head, "No, of course not."

"Good. Well, that's all I wanted to talk to you about unless you have anything else on your mind?"

"No sir."

"Then good day to you."

I left Slender's office and made my way upstairs into Toby's room. Luckily he wasn't there, he must've been doing one of his duties. I lay down and stared up at the ceiling. I wasn't nearly as angry at Toby anymore, as much as I should be. I needed to get over what Toby did to my parents and adjust to my new life if I wanted to survive. While staring up at the ceiling, I thought of this morning.

"Don't t-touch that Ben!"

"I didn't know you ........ Toby- wait, is that who I fucking think it is?"

"Don't you e-even..."

I heard someone leap off the bed, along with another person.

"God bro, I knew ......... but not that creepy!" Ben laughed.

"Dude g-give that back!" Toby whisper-shouted, "a-and shut up! You might wake Y-Y/N up."

"You're a joke bro, I ............ sometimes. Does she even know about this shit?"

"How are y-you a whole foot shorter than me b-but still able to keep my n-notebook .......... me!"

"Dude! This was literally created a month and a half ago, does Clockwork even know?"

"S-Shut the fuck up you're so l-lou-"

Notebook? I've seen Toby using his notebook a lot lately, just where could it be? I began to look around the room, mainly his bed first since I usually see it there, but there was nothing. I knew I shouldn't be invading his space, but I was just so curious about what creepy things could be in there. I checked his drawers, but nothing. I searched around the floor that had tons of tossed clothes and food packets, this room seriously needs to be cleaned soon. I then checked under his bed, which was even worse than the exposed floor, but in front of all of the horror was his notebook. Bingo! I grabbed the notebook and opened it up.

A few sketches of the forest, certain items he's found, quite a bit of vent sketches, unfinished drawings, and... me? He had a drawing of me lying on the mattress. I thought it was cute until I turned the page again, and then there were more drawings of me. One of them was of me on the dining table, playing with my food and staring at it. The other drawing was of me with a toothy smile. I flipped the page again and saw a drawing of me when he carried me throughout the woods when my ankle was sprained. There was even one of me with my old group at school. There were watermarks on that page and you could even see the times when he got super frustrated while drawing. I continued turning the pages over and over and all of them were of me, and they were all so detailed, they looked like they could've taken hours to make. I heard the door creak open, so I quickly threw the book back under the bed. It was Toby of course, and he was just standing there looking at me all psycho. He had fresh blood all over him, occasionally, a drop of blood would fall from his chin. Toby's eyes looked deadly and gave a sinister stare, one that could make anyone uneasy. His hair is a bird's nest, all over the place and full of knots. And to add to this ruckus, he's a twitching mess. The occasional crack of his neck made me flinch no matter how much it replayed.

"What are you doing?" He asked sternly, not even asking like it was a question.

"I'm just uh... c-cleaning the room. It's really gross, isn't it? I couldn't stand it."

He just stared at me and walked over to the bathroom. I sighed, but I think he probably suspected something. He didn't look sane at all right now, so luckily he didn't see me with the book, else he probably would've gone mad. I heard the shower turn on, now I feel more comfortable standing back up.

"Does he like me?" I whispered to myself, then I shook my head, "Obviously not, he despises me. He's probably just drawing me 'cause he hates me so much, it's his way of venting maybe?"

I flopped on my mattress and stared at the ceiling again, waiting for something to happen.