VickyDoesArt

You’ve known Toby Rogers for a while now. He had moved in next door three years ago. You became his friend, despite all his illnesses. You’d always find it funny, whenever you got hurt and cried, he’d just look at you with a look of confusion. Flashback “Toby, push me!” fifteen year old (Y/n) called to her friend, Toby, who went to push her on the swing. Inconveniently, once she was quite high in the air, she fell off. Breaking her ankle. “Fuck!” the girl swore, tears welling up in her eyes. “W-What’s wrong?” Toby asked, going to his friend’s side. His neck cracked a few time

This was requested for me to do, so i decided to take a break from Hoodie and start on Toby...yes i'll be continuing my Hoodiex reader too.. ------------------------------------------------------- You were walking home alone while talking on your phone to a friend. When you glanced in an alley way as you passed it, you could've sworn you saw someone, but when you looked back, no one was there. "I must be going crazy." You said aloud. "What?" Your friend asked. "Oh um, nothing, i thought i saw something that wasn't there..." You replied as you continued walking. "What did you see" Your friend asked. "Um, it looked like a person." You replied.

You walked through town talking with your friend on your phone until you saw some person walk down the street. He was wearing a hoodie with the hood covering his head and most of his face. You never saw him in town before and got curious. "Hey, i'll call you back." You said to your friend before hanging up. "HEY YOU!" You called to the boy. He looked up and tilted his head a little to the side. You went a little wide-eyed at his appearance. You tried to walk toward him, but he turned around and starting running for the woods. "HEY, WAIT!" You called and ran after him. You chased him into the woods where he turned his head to see if you were

(Reader’s P.O.V.) Something happened to me that night. Something I can't explain. I woke up in a cold sweat. My (E/C) eyes shot open and my elbows propped up from under me for a better vantage. I panicked. My head snapped all over my room looking for something. The clock. I looked at the demonic red numbers still panting. 1:06 pm. I fell backwards to my beloved pillow once again in a huff. 'What the literal freak?' I questioned laying there a few seconds. Without a thought I sat up again, this time swinging my pajama covered legs over the side of my bed. I couldn't think and my head was pounding. I couldn't even put together a fluen

A/N: Sorry for the small inactivity, I’ve been stuck on plots. >.< But hey, what’s done is done, right? Okay, let’s get to the story!! Also, I’m going to switching around with POVs so if some chapters are written differently, I’m probably trying something easier or new!! :D __ rubbed her head, it felt like her body was weakly pummeled down a thousand foot tall cliff and hit her head on a boulder. Despite the groggy feeling, __ didn’t have time to waste and quickly remembered what had happened. Well, all except that part where she ‘fell asleep’. Suddenly, the sweet smell of pancakes, chocolate

Impatient, you tapped your foot on the floor and glanced over at the window. Was it necessary to crawl through a window over one of James’s pranks? You looked down at your wrist and sighed, just ten more minutes, you would live. You leaned your back against the door and slowly slid down to a sitting position, your legs pressed against you. You listened to the silence that brimmed in the empty kitchen. You weren’t quite sure whether you’d miss it here or not. Why were you always so confused? Life was one big puzzle that you couldn’t, and still can’t, find the last piece to. And moving wasn’t helping with th

You woke up with an extreme headache which, of course, increased into a violent migraine. You wiped your mouth, tasting the disgusting taste of the usual dry mouth in the morning and felt like leaning over to blow chunks everywhere. Yeesh, what was with the sudden nausea? Oh thats right! Today you were moving. No this wasn’t exactly a bad thing, but definitely not to the extent where you’d be counting down the days until, well, today. A fresh mug of coffee seemed to brighten the mood. You sprung out of bed and brushed out your hair. You looked at your pale face in the mirror before shuffling downstairs and seeing a pot of hot cof

(Your View) I stared at the two boys on the couch. One had dark brown, short, straight hair (AN: that’s chur boi :D), and the other had a much lighter coloring of brown hair, that was slightly longer and shaggy. They also carried masks… How… Cliché. I thought Dad hadn’t noticed me, so I quickly closed the door as quietly as possible, and dashed for the kitchen. I slipped into the said area, and placed the groceries on the table. “So you’re finally… Home…” Dad suddenly appeared, making me jump at the suddenness of his words as well as his appearance. “O-Oh heeey Dad”

 Even though I walk through the valley of death, I will fear no evil ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~€~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Narrator's View) Your name is (f/n). You live here, in the middle of the woods in a beautiful mansion known only as the Creepypasta Mansion, or Slender's Mansion. You're the adoptive daughter of the Slenderman, after he killed your parents (insert age) years ago. After you grew up a little tinsy bit, He (Slendy) began training you to be a killer.and he has succeeded, to say the least. He told you earlier today that he's bringing 2 new people to train. You're okay with it, or so you think. But let's get back to wha