Walking Alone At Night(Creepypasta x Reader)

Ticci Toby x Reader(L) - Through The Forest

This is going to contain - public groping, multiple orgasms, rough passionate lap riding.

Events written after his origin story. Which just means it's after he murdered his father and escaped. All the info a read portrays him as becoming one of Slendermans proxy so I guess that's the underlying plot.

Toby has a lot of issues as a note - he can't feel pain(CIPA), Bipolar disorder, A severe form of Tourette's syndrome that causes him to twitch uncontrollably every so often, dissociative to his actions, and hears voices. (I also found some videos where he's portrayed with a stutter so I included that.)

^Just some helpful things to remember going forward^

This chapter is dedicated to fluffyfox408. Hope you like it!

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"Why did I agree to this?"

A heavy exasperated sigh escaped your lips, using the small flashlight in your hand to navigate yourself forward. Honestly there was only one reason you were traipsing through this dark forest late at night and it was simple.

I just want to impress my friends..they're probably just all making fun of me anyway..

This pessimistic thought had you shaking your head, assuring yourself that this was a simplistic dare given just to prank and scare you. All you had to do was find the rumored axe with a bright orange handle and take a selfie with it. There were all kinds of legends and myths about this forest but you didn't really believe in them.

If there was an axe wielding murderer somewhere in these woods, you were perfectly ripe for the slaughtering. This thought actually had you laughing believe your life to be way to insignificant for something outlandish like that to happen.

After taking out your phone and checking the time, it had been about 15mins. With a frown you paused, wondering just how far you would have to continue walking to find this axe. What if there never was any axe? And all your friends had done was feed the legend?

Now that you think about it no one else seemed to want to take part in this dare, but you assumed they were scared of the rumors. Now it felt like they knew there had never been no such 'axe wedged into a tree stump' as they had put it.

Feeling like such a fool whom had been completely duped, you began turning around with intentions to walk back the way you came. However, you instantly lost your balance tripping over an uprooted tree vein. You managed to not splat the ground but dropped your flashlight in the process and watched to your dismay it roll past some green bushes.

"Come back here you damn flashlight." You huffed, jogging and immediately becoming out of breath as you bent down and grabbed it off the grass. Your head shook with a small laugh at how silly you were being, mumbling to yourself about how you needed to get out more.

Standing up straight you were going to turn around but found your eyes following the beam of light in your hands curiously forward. Slowly they widened upon the site of a bright orange. With both brows completely arched you stepped forward without even looking around and confirmed that it was indeed an axe buried pretty deeply into a wooden stump.

It seemed pretty new, like it hadn't been here very long. The handle was a long brightly lit out of place orange, that didn't match the dark forest nor it's metallic head at all. You could of sworn the sharp edges twinkled in the moonlight, and the cold air hovering around your body was almost whispering for you to lift it up.