Tobyrogers Stories

!!!Cover art credits: He4rt.08 !!! 18+ This story contains Foul language,Suicide, Murder, Dark themes. "There's an ache in my bones and I can feel it There's an ache in my heart and I can feel it breaking through." Enjoy reading Strangers ⦻

(Name) always had a soft spot for Toby, a boy she knew since preschool with a severe case of Tourette's syndrome. Then one day, when the Rodgers family house went up in flames, even you thought that the fire had taken toby with the house. Until one day you reunite with your childhood friend, but you figure out he wasn't as far away as you previously thought.

I aint got a description, pooks, so..read at your own risk Cringe alert-just incase Creepypasta This story is only on wattpad, anywhere else It is stolen IF YOU WANT TO DO TRANSLATION OR SOMETHING, SEND ME A MESSAGE OR SOMETHING AND WE'LL TALK

Tim still operates as a proxy for the Operator, however very rarely and with very little memory of it. Despite this, he has reoccurring dreams involving someone he sees when he wakes up in an old cabin that's used as a "base" for the Operator. **This is a rewrite of sorts for my old Ticcimask fanfic "Thoughts", a lot has changed though, please read the author's note at the beginning**

Basically My life up till now

[cover picture not mine] Tobias Eren Rogers was a 17 year old boy with many disorders who grew up with abusive father, older sister Lyra and mother who didn't care about him. He once finally snapped at his father and k1lled him, he put his whole neighborhood on fire and blackes out afterwards, a tall faceless creature saved him and bought him to a place with serial killers and psychopats, although, Toby finally experienced happiness and love. What will happen next? will Toby stay happy forever? Could he forget what happened to him in the past? . . . [Ticcimask] [Maskhood best friends] [story

╰┈➤ ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰. 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵? ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 𓆩♡𓆪 ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ❝𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍❞ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙮 𝙭 𝙂𝙉!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 「𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙃𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙨 | 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖」 ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 𓆩♡𓆪 ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 『✎..𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒』: ⊳ gore ⊳ heavy swearing ⊳ abuse ⊳ drugs/alcohol

You were a normal girl, no not normal, you were the opposite of normal. Your family was horrible to you, well your dad was at least. You have depression and bad anxiety. Bullied in school. Will he end it all?

*Cover art belongs to me* Being a Proxy isn't a choice, it's forced. You may think it would be a dream come true, to eat all the cheesecake and waffles you could ever imagine, while being in a glamorous mansion. WRONG. In reality, it would be far from it. After unfortunate events and misunderstandings, Tim Wright and Brian Thomas had been taken by the Slenderman, deemed proxy worthy. They were forced to fight against their own will for their spots, loosing the small amount of sanity they had left. Now left to work for the legendary Slenderman, they wish that they had just been left dead... *Warnings and disclaimers* This story contains major spoilers to the series Marble Hornets, so if you haven't watched to series yet be aware of that. This story is a crossover of the Creepypasta and Marble Hornets universes. I do not own any of these characters. If you are a sensitive or young reader this story contains more mature subjects such as, blood, swearing, death, violence and other possibly triggering themes

Dw we'll add to the list as time goes <3 feel ABSOLUTELY free to request (pls) FANDOMS - Creepypasta - Marble Hornets - Slender man Proxies - FNaF - My Hero Academy/Boku no Hero Academia - The Owl house (I'll only do soft smut or fluff) - Pokemon (humans >:v)

Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.

(Cover not mine) Life has struggles and, unfortunately, some struggle more than most. For Kane, life hasn't been... well, kind. And everything's dark until he meets an unlikely friend. Maybe even more than that.. I guess we'll see in the long run, Buckle up.

This story is not for the faint of heart. It contains mentions of sh and other mental issues. It is in no way encouraging any behavior that is described Read it maybe

Ticci Toby fanfic before he became a proxy he used to have a neighbour named Keiara. she had Tourette syndrome and she was really shy she rarely talked. she and toby grew very close. she talked to him like there was no tomorrow. they had known each other for 14 years Keiara was 17 so was toby the day after he asked her to be his he snapped. killed his dad and set the street on fire. Toby couldn't stop thinking about Keiara. so he made the decision to.......... read aaaand find out!!!!! °.°

Toby happened to run into a familiar person while on a mission with Masky... wonder who it is...

__________ "What are you doing?" I whispered loudly at the boy in front of me. Warm hands trailed along my sides and gripped my hips sending a shiver up my spine. The hot wet kisses getting trailed between my neck and shoulder came to a stop as his voice came out low. "Do you trust me" he breathed out, hot breath fanning my bare neck. __________ [Mature?]

A young 17 year old boy with touretts has gone mad due to the loss of his sister and hatred of his abusive, alcaholic father. If you wanna know what happened then go on and read.

Toby is a new becoming proxy that slenderman choose. But first, Hoodie and Masky has to capture him and bring him to the mansion. (ALSO THIS IS +18)

The wizards of Britain were fools; stuck in old ways and purposely ignoring the rapid change around them, choosing to plant their feet in the ground while everyone else moved ahead. They didn't question their ways, scoffing at anyone who thought differently. Persephone Bloodstone Woods was 11 years old, and was told that he wasn't born to be soft and quiet; he was born to shake and shatter the world at his fingertips. He was taught to smile like a loaded gun, to use his beauty against people, to laugh like a weeping angel. He was raised by people the world abandoned, people who fled into the darkness and reveled in the power blood sacrifices could give you. He was raised worshiping gods no longer worshiped, serving an entity of Chaos and Insanity. He was held against blood-soaked hoodies, and told for the first time, that he was loved. If the light had wanted him, then they should have tried harder, done better. The first people to tell him they loved him were murders. And he has proudly followed in their footsteps. Sometimes the world doesn't need another hero Sometimes what it needs is a Monster