#I already did masky n brian/hoodie

[cranberryculprit]

Do you think a man like him has any remorse for what he's done behind those eyes? Let alone what he thinks is what should be done?

A man with those eyes like his? Tch, I don't think so.

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[divijohm]

Can you do proxies+creeps with and s/o who has taskmaster powers? (If you don't know his powers its basics copying everymove and wepon ability, basically a copycat ^^)

S/o with mirroring/copycat powers

Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate, EJ, Jeff, Slenderman

A/n:I really hope I did the characters you would like to see here, if not you can absolutely request again! Also I absolutely love mirroring powers is so so so great! I've always thought about making an oc with those but I have a problem I always make Mary Sues/first born demon child god princess fairy hero if I'm not very very careful so I keep postponing the idea

🪞 I feel like you guys meet when you're wandering in the forest, they tried to attack you and you mirrored their attack and all that shit.

🪞 After that Slender ""discovered"" you and recruited you as a proxy and you started becoming closer with them eventually ended up dating

★ Toby ★

🪞 This man. He's an absolute Simp.

🪞 Since he first saw you, he was already into you.

🪞 When he discovered that you're a super badass that can copy even the most powerful of beings, he was down HARD

🪞 Asks you to copy his Skills and fight with someone so he can see his flaws from an outsider perspective

🪞 He finds it hilarious when you copy the supernatural power of a creep that doesn't know that you're a copycat. "Their faces are priceless" in his words

🪞 I feel like you as a copycat would have a lot of existencial crises about who you really are and shit. Toby is not great with words but he'll do anything to prove to you that you're more than a copycat

★ Masky ★

🪞 When he's in front of you he acts like he don't give a flying fuck to your copycat powers, but when he knows you aren't seeing him/in his head he's simping for it

🪞 He's a bragger, this man would normally brag about you just because you're his s/o, but you're his s/o AND have super badass powers???? This man won't shut up about you.

🪞 You both love playing fight, you'll copycat Tim just because pisses him off and it'll end up on a tie

🪞 He gets kinda jealous when you copy other creeps skills, he isn't sure why though maybe is possessiveness. And he will show that he's jealous

🪞 As said before, lots of existencial crises. Tim sucks at comforting but we'll stay by your side for as long as the crises last. He won't do much more than that but I guess the thought that counts

🪞 he knows how to play the piano and would let you copy his skill if you don't just to watch you play.

★ Hoodie ★

🪞 He's your n°1 fan and hype man

🪞 Brian will film his s/o a lot but now that will double just because he wants to record ALL the times you're fighting. For him to simp later and for you to see were you could've been better.

🪞 He won't brag about you as much as masky does but he'll brag.

🪞 Existencial Crises, AGAIN. This man is the best person to come to when you need confort, he knows exactly what to say and do to make you feel unique and loved. He'll always be reminding you that you're your own person and much much more than just a copycat.

🪞 will get protective if anyone make fun of/threaten you. Not because he doesn't think you're able to defend yourself, but because he loves you and would prefer that he gets hurt instead of you.

🪞 Like Masky, Brian will be kinda jealous when you copy someone's power/skill. He won't show it though.

★ Kate ★

🪞 This woman won't show much but know that she's down HARD for you. An absolute Simp, but only you are allowed to know this.

🪞 She really likes your copycat powers, to her is a form of connection with other beings more than a "aha! I have the same shit as you do now we're equal in fight"

🪞 Praise. Lots of it, ESPECIALLY if you're insegure. She won't shut up about how amazing you're

🪞 She's not as bad as masky comforting your crises but she isn't particularly good at it either. I mean, she does her best but feelings are hard for her to grasp over.

🪞 Will watch you fight everytime she can, training? She's there helping you. You're going on a mission that may involve fighting? She's right behind you. You started to call her puppy because she keep following you around lmao

🪞 Pictures, lots of them. Pictures of you fighting, of you sleeping, of you both together, lots and lots of pictures.

★ Eyeless Jack ★

🪞 He's pretty chill about your powers. He finds it impressive of course, but he won't be all over you just because of it.

🪞 He can't see very well, but like feeling you fight (with the wind movement and stuff) weirdly it calms him down when he knows you're just training and not in actual danger

🪞 Will do an extensive study in your powers and how they work and came to be so you can buff it to the maximum

🪞He can hear your heart beat, and he finds it intriguing that it changes to match the person you're copycating, like that person's blood is now yours.

🪞 It's been a long time since Jack was human, so he already lost the grasp on things like "not feeling unique" and shit. So he won't really know how to help you with your crises, but he'll do a in depth study about how confort people and how you like to be comforted to be the best he can be.

🪞 Will always patch you up when you get injured, and kiss the patches after

★ Jeff ★

🪞 will call your powers cheating.

🪞 Always helps you train, everytime you need it. Jeff will stop everything he's doing to help you. Even if you don't ask. He'll be there, and will complain that you're making him do phisical exercise (he's in denial)

🪞 Bully you out of affection, since you got to the mansion he calls you Copy kitty, because copycat didn't really affect you in the begging, so he switched to kitty and calls you that ever since. You rolling your eyes to him is like a praise to this fucker

🪞 Finds you an overpowered motherfucker and that's why he loves you

🪞 You'll always copy his skills out of spite. He won't admit but he love it

🪞 He won't let you know, but he was down bad for you as soon as he saw you

★ Slenderman ★

🪞 Honestly, he was surprised when he first saw you use your powers. He's hundred of years old but is not every day you see a literal copycat

🪞 He find you very annoying at first, you were the kind to not take a "because I said so" for an answer so you would always bug him on the why he wanted you to do something.He loves your questioning nature now that he grew used to it. Although it doesn't stop him from finding it super annoying

🪞 Will always watch you from afar. Especially when he sends you in a mission that he considers risky. He trusts your skills obviously but he can't help but being worried

🪞 As an Eldritch horror, he doesn't quite grasp human emotions. He's a logic person. So as you guessed, he sucks at comforting you

🪞 Tentacles. You love them and you love copying them. He doesn't understand why.

🪞 Unlike the other pastas, you don't fight, training or play fight. Slenderman won't budge for the play fight and he says is a waste of your time if you both train together.

[opennwindows]

HIII!!! Can you do masky as a father figure to emo/scene kid teens headcanons <33

A/N: OMG as i’m posting this i kinda realized i read the ask slightly wrong and wrote it as Dad!Masky with a emo/scene child and got carried away *sobs* but if this doesn’t hit the particular spot u need it to, i’ll totally rewrite it just for you!! just lmk and i’ll type away ( ◠‿◠ ) but i brought out my boy Suburban Dad Tim for this one.

Dad!Masky/Tim with a Emo/Scene kid hcs!

- tim’s a bit confused, but he’s got the spirit!!

- when he was in his teens he was around a bunch of trad-goth and punk friend groups, so he totally understands the importance of the alt community. i mean, dude was neck deep in mental trauma so he def wasn’t hanging out with the cheerleaders lol

“so i know this isn’t bring me the chemical romance or whatever, but this t-shirt is mine from highschool and i want you to have it. they’re called the cure-“

“dad i know who the cure is.”

“ohhh well aren’t you so dark and brooding.”

- will 110% pay for your hair dye and is always amazed with whatever styles you come up with.

- he can be quite sassy with his opinions though lol

“look, i’m just saying last time you did the blue roots with black hair it didn’t look like gerard way. it looked like gerard do not enter.”

“dad??????? what the hell”

- he’ll go to concerts with you pretending he’s just there to protect from a distance, but you both know he’s “secretly” vibing to the music. a true emo dad at heart.

- definitely will take vids to spam brian with.

- cannot understand scene genres like crunkcore to save his life though.

“why the fuck are they screaming over techno beats?????? put back on that pierce the veil band i like.”

- might have a mental breakdown when you ask him to take you to go get your first piercing though.

“YOU WANT A NEEDLE???? SHOVED THROUGH YOUR TONGUE???? slow down buddy, why don’t we start with a uhhh nostril or something.”

- he just wants to make sure that you can properly take care of it……. and he hates the thought of his little rockstar having to sit though any pain regardless of how small it is. will absolutely make fun of you if you cry after it though.

“haha you cried like a baby.”

“i got my septum pierced, it was a natural reaction”

“*already has brian on speaker phone* yeah dude they sobbed like a fucking LOSERRRR”

- you better pray no one dares to bully you at school, because masky and hoodie will be planning on scaring the compulsive normativity out of their boring teenage brains.

“dad why is brian by jacob’s car with a baseball bat?”

“don’t worry about it, he’s just gonna talk to him.”

“i’m literally watching him swing at the passenger side window-“

“it’s just a little chat, do you wanna go see a movie?”

- genuinely is invested in listening to all the emo band lore

“you can’t put the mcr poster next to your the used poster, why would you disrespect your wall like that?”

“i’m going to kidnap ryan ross and lock him in a studio myself if he doesn’t release some new music soon, i’m tired of hearing you cry about it every night.”

- tim knows how important it is to be fully accepted and loved for who you are growing up and he will fully embrace every part of it. he just really, truly loves you.

[grvyrd-drms]

creepypasta characters getting absolutely zoinked!!

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A/N: in honor of me getting so stoned i puked last night. how i think crp's feel about the mary jane.

characters: jeff, toby, ben, masky, hoodie, e. jack, l. jack, natalie/clockwork, jane, liu, nina, helen/bloody painter, puppeteer, jason, candy pop, zero, kate

CW: drugs obviously lol, flashbacks/trauma

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jeff: secretly too afraid to use lighters anymore so he sticks to dab pens. claims he "doesn't want weed all over his shit" but everyone knows the truth lmao. takes baby hits cause it hurts his lungs. 4/10.

toby: oh ABSOLUTELY handles it like a CHAMP. the one who's constantly ripping the bong that it gets annoying. he likes that it calms his anxiety and tics, and its one of the only times he feels like he can relax and get away from all his... issues. finishes peoples bong rips and joints for them. doesn't like blunts. prefers to smoke alone but likes when brian tags along cause it makes toby feel like he has a brother. helps people out if they wanna roll/learn/etc. 11/10.

e. jack: prefers to be in touch with his senses completely. afraid that if he's too careless he'll go all spooky cannibal demon on everyone. doesn't mind when other people do it, though. 0/10 just cause he doesn't smoke.

l. jack: never let this thing near any drugs ever. i feel like drugs wouldn't even work on them??? stoned toby once tried to get them to smoke cause he thought it'd be funny. they ate the joint. -1/10.

masky/tim: prefers his cigarettes. he already has issues with the constant DID switching he doesn't need anymore time skips or anything. likes feeling in control. in high school and college before it all got bad he definitely blazed it up though. 6/10 for past experience.

hoodie/brian: 100% was the one blazing it up with tim in school. hits pipes like a PRO. sometimes smokes with toby if they've been on good terms/its been a good day and the proxies aren't at each others throats. 8/10.

natalie: dooooeeessss not like not being in full control. can't handle it and it freaks her out big time. she'll start getting triggering flashbacks if she's high enough. when her and toby were dating she fucking hated whenever he got high. for effort, 2/10.

nina: the gf who looooooovessss weed and then is gone by the first hit. definitely takes a way too big hit and throws up after trying to impress everyone. she likes fruity vapes and puts stickers on them. 7/10.

jane: NU-UH!!!! does not go near drugs of any kind and gets nervous around intoxicated people. keeps her guard up when she's around anyone like that. she did once help natalie to her room when she was stoned though. and for that mom energy, 1/10.

ben: i have this little hc that ben just kinda. gets shit for people. being a part of the internet he can get anything ordered, anything shipped anywhere. as a fee he likes to charge people in weed (or something sexual if he's being a nuisance and likes the person). has never once bought his own bud and doesn't keep track of it. you'll get strawberry cheesecake and banana pudding in one bowl and you'll fucking like it. nobody will smoke with him due to that. 9/10 tho he blazes it up.

kate: never learned how to do any of that and doesn't really feel like learning. hates people too much to ask someone to teach her. gets intimidated whenever she sees toby and brian work out the mechanics of it all. 1/10 poor baby.

liu: DOES NOT PARTAKE IN ANY OF THESE ACTIVITIES AT ALL ‼️🙅 acts like he's too high (lol) above to do drugs. in reality he's just too awkward and scared to ask anyone to smoke with him. if anything he would have a dab pen cause he can't roll or pack for shit. 3/10 you'll get there one day buddy.

helen: casually smokes here and there to relax himself. not addicted, more of a recreational/medicinal user. 8/10.

puppeteer: this fucking GUY. in competition with toby for highest tolerance/biggest stoner. i mean look at him he's a theater kid and he has a beanie. thats like 100% stoner material. smokes blunts like theres no tomorrow. 11/10.

zero: definitely makes it into a competition and judges people if they can't handle a hit/finish their milk. every single time accidentally gets way too stoned trying to beat everyone. worst person to smoke with but her tolerance is incredible. 7/10.

jason: believes he has better things to do than get high and do drugs. always busy with his 'work' and his companions (the circus pastas) feel the same. 0/10.

candy pop: no one lets them near their stash. they have not once encountered any type of drug. no one is willing to share. so sorry buddy. 0/10.

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solace [masky / hoodie x reader] — chapter ii.

Despite having Tim and Brian still on your mind, you prepare to pack your things and leave. However, moving to your new apartment doesn’t exactly go as planned.

author's note: this fanfiction will contain explicit content, including rape/non-con, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

<- previous chapter

It was still early in the day when you woke up. At least, it was early in your standards. It was already afternoon, and as you realized that, you let out a groan of frustration. Unfortunately, you had a hundred percent ruined your sleep schedule. But what else did you expect—you had spent the entire evening binging a show, continuing into the early morning hours. By the time you went to sleep, the sun had risen, marking the time of dawn. As it was summer break, it wouldn’t matter too much, but you’d need to fix it before the start of school.

Your hands swatted at the phone on your nightstand, snatching the device eventually to turn the alarm off. Perhaps it was a bad habit, but the first thing you did was open your social media applications, procrastinating your leave from bed. Your phone display showed that you had a few unanswered text messages, all from a group chat consisting of you and your friends. You could see that they were discussing a new game that had just come out, and they’d been waiting for you to join. You smiled; it was sweet that they didn’t start without you. However, you’d have to crush their hopes.

ark Y/N WAKE UP WE NEED TO PLAY

Zohlem Shes probably sleeping lol You saw her typing at 3am about some show

lilypop she always does that lol but she should be up anytime soon

Y/N stop typing like this

lilypop fuck

Y/N start without me, i need to prep for move srry

lilypop you

ark :kittysad:

You felt a pang of guilt for not spending time with them after they had waited for you, but it was true. You did plan to start packing your stuff, deciding what to bring and what not to. Still, it was bothering you. Even though they were online friends, they still meant quite a lot to you. After all, they were the closest that you had to real friends, considering how you were left alone after Tim and Brian’s disappearance. Before that, you never had any other friends. You never needed other friends. It was supposed to be the three of you, a close-knit trio of friends. It was supposed to be the three of you leaving for university together. It was supposed to be the three of you, forever and always.

But that wasn’t the way things went. And everyone in high school already had a friend group or some sort of clique formed in earlier years, making it awkward to befriend new people. Not that you particularly wanted to, either. At the time, you didn’t particularly want to do anything.

Sighing, you put your phone down and got out of bed. Undressing, you took off the clothes you slept in, grabbed a simple outfit for the day—not like you were going anywhere fancy—and headed downstairs.

“Good morning, Y/N.” your mom called out.

You glanced at her sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders and walking to the dining table. You pulled out one of the chairs there, sat down and prepared to explain yourself.

“It’s summer break. I’ll fix my sleep schedule when school starts again,” you mumbled the first thing that came to your mind in hopes that she wouldn’t continue the subject. Which she didn’t, something you were thankful for. Ever since you had turned eighteen, both your parents had become more relaxed with you, assuming you’d know how to be responsible. Bold assumption, you thought. But it was one that was in your favour.

“Have you decided what you’ll be bringing?” Your mother asked as she took the dishes, likely from today’s breakfast that you had unfortunately missed, sliding them into the dishwasher's racks.

“Kind of, yeah. I think I’m just gonna be bringing some of my clothes, uh, the PC setup, and... the box.” Stumbling over your words, you let your voice trail off at the mention of the box. It wasn’t often that you’d bring up anything Tim and Brian related to her. In fact, you didn’t think that you had done it for a very long time, likely not since your last therapy session. Your mom was one of the few people genuinely affected by their disappearance at the time. She had known the boys for just as long as you had and likely remembered more of them in their earlier years than you did, seeing how your childhood memories were relatively blurry. Your families had all known each other since virtually the beginning of time. They had all grown up in this small town, went to the same schools together, got married, and had kids here. Your parents hadn’t been close with the other’s parents, but since the three of you had become such close friends, your parents eventually befriended each other’s parents.

Likely, your mom thought of Tim and Brian almost as family to some extent, which is mildly weird if you factor in the fact that you very possibly could’ve been crushing on either one of them to some extent at some point in time.

“Right,” she said. “The box. I almost forgot about it.” She paused for a second before continuing. “What exactly is in that thing, anyway?”

You knew all the items in there by heart. It was only natural since you had taken each and every item individually, collected them over the years, handpicked them from their rooms, and held them in your arms while crying yourself to sleep for countless nights.

“There’s Tim’s hoodie. The black one that he was always wearing.”

Your mom laughed. “Right,” she said, “Tim was going through some sort of phase.”

“Mhm.” You nodded. “There’s also Brian’s notebook from school. All his notes are in there. It’s a shame it’s for previous classes. I can’t copy off of them anymore.” you joked, and your mom chuckled at that. “And… Tim’s sketchbook. You know, he was good at art. It’s filled with like, all kinds of drawings. I haven’t looked through all of them yet, but I think I did see a drawing of me.”

Your mom hummed as she finished the dishes, walking over to you and pulling out a chair for herself. Sitting down, she said, “I swear Tim had a crush on you.” which caused you to blush.

“No, really!” she insisted, disregarding the flush on your face. “He was always staring at you. Anyone could’ve noticed.”

You got up from your chair, face red as a tomato. “I’m going to sort out my stuff, see ya.”

She laughed again. You appreciated moments like these, the simple pleasures of life.

—

You had far too many clothes. You only realized that today after looking through your closet to figure out what to bring. Taking out one of the folded cardboard boxes from the stack in your room, you quickly pushed out the sides to make the box. You threw your favourite shirts in, the ones that would go with almost any outfit. T-shirts, check. Seeing as it wouldn’t be warm for too much longer, you figured it would also be wise to bring a few sweaters. Sweaters, check. When trying to fit in your jackets, you realized how much space they took up and concluded that you’d bring the rest of them next time. After a while of debating between which were your favourites and which would be most practical, you made your choice, finally sealing the box with some tape. You’d bring more clothes the next time you returned home. Check.

You thought of packing your toiletries, such as your hair wash, skincare and the other products you used on a day-to-day basis, but you decided against it. You’d want to use them up until the day of moving, so you’ll pack them right before the move.

Taking your phone out of your pocket, you checked the time. Shit, you cursed internally. It was already ten past five. How in the world did it take you so long to decide between a few pieces of clothing? Were you really that slow?

Whatever, you thought. At the very least, you had finished the task, which meant it was productive enough for your standards.

Finally receiving the break you’d wanted all day, you excitedly sat yourself down in your chair, turned on your PC and typed a quick message to your friends.

Y/N srry guys i’m here now

ark :kittypog: yay

lilypop come play fast

You found yourself grinning as you read their replies. You appreciated your online friends very much. After Tim and Brian had left, you ended up spending the majority of your time online. You played video games, browsed art, read, scrolled social media, and so on. Through those activities, you found yourself meeting new people, some of which you have continued talking to ever since. You didn’t want to go out, not that you had a reason to, anyway. The world outside had become empty and devoid of life without Tim and Brian. Your new friends gave you something to look forward to when you woke up, a reason to get out of bed, and ways to occupy yourself and your mind. Through them, you were able to feel something other than grief.

As much as you hated to admit it, you were very much dependent on Tim and Brian. It wasn’t necessarily the healthiest thing, but you had grown up with them. You had done everything with them. You went to school together, did assignments together, played games together, ate food together, and even celebrated Christmas together with each other’s family. When they vanished, so did a large portion of your life. Everything you did, everything you were planning to do, involved them. And there was no them anymore.

Lost in thought, your attention turned away from the game you were playing, your movements on autopilot. You only noticed it when you saw your screen flash. Startled, you directed your focus back to see what had happened.

lilypopxd killed you.

“What the fuck, Lily?! I was distracted,” you yelled, only to hear a high-pitched giggle in return.

“Mad?” she asked, continuing to laugh, but abruptly stopped when you saw on the top of your screen that Daniel ‘Zohlem’ had killed her.

“Daniel you fucking piece of shit I hate you!” she cried out, and it was your turn to laugh this time.

“Mad?” you asked.

—

Your dad was downstairs. And he’d likely been there for a while because your mom had come into your room and woken you up.

“Y/N, your dad’s downstairs, let’s go.”

Right, you thought. You were moving your stuff today. Getting out of bed, you walked towards the window, quickly glancing and checking the weather to pick an outfit accordingly. It tended to start getting cold near the end of August, but there were still many hot days between the cooler ones.

You turned towards your already packed cardboard boxes—you had packed your utilities and hygiene products last night—but they weren’t there. You looked around the room in confusion, wondering where in the world giant cardboard boxes could have disappeared, but they were nowhere to be seen.

You were dumbfounded; how does something like this happen? You weren’t usually one to panic, but unless someone broke in or Casper the fucking ghost decided to pull a prank on you, there was no way these boxes would’ve just gone missing. You were pacing around in your room, trying to figure out what happened, when your mom came back upstairs and knocked at your door.

“Y/N, what’s the wait? Come on, your dad and I already took your things while you were sleeping. Make sure you don’t forget anything else, and come downstairs.”

Thank God it was just that, you thought. Your PC had also already been carefully packed into the car, so you quickly ran downstairs, grabbing a granola bar from the pantry and hopping into the car. Your father was already in the driver’s seat, and your mom was riding shotgun. You’d have to go into the back.

“Morning, dad,” you said, and he smiled, shaking his head.

“Right, morning. What time did you go to bed?” he asked.

You thought about it for a second. You were up late last night playing the new video game with your friends, only having gone to sleep at sometime around four in the morning.

“Three?” you hesitatingly said.

“Do you think you can fix your schedule before school starts?”

“Yeah,” you responded. Your dad didn’t seem too convinced. “Okay, I can pull an all-nighter to fix it if I need to.”

Your dad sighed. You could feel a lecture incoming.

“Do you really think you’re going to be okay by yourself in university?” he seemed more concerned than usual. He wasn’t often at home since he was busy working, but he was always a welcome sight when you did see him. Your mom was usually the worrier, and your dad often would reassure her that everything was fine, so it was unusual to see your dad anxious. It made sense, however, seeing as you were leaving for university. You had always lived with your parents up until now, so it would be a stark change for everyone. They were sure to miss you after your departure, even though you tended to hide in your room more than interact with them. They were likely also hesitant about letting you attend school alone, in a different city, without anyone there to directly support you. Where you were going wasn’t a long distance from home, but given your track record of not attending school when unattended, it was sensible to worry.

You had been depressed for a long time, ever since the incident happened. Initially, you tried to pretend everything would be okay. Tim and Brian would return soon; they likely just got lost after wandering somewhere over some stupid idea they had come up with. It was typical of them to think up wild things to do. But then, why didn’t they take you with them?

The entire city was searching for them for a week. But after that, the trial grew cold, and your hopes paled. You stopped going to school; you found it hard to focus on your classes, anyway. You could hear your classmates, teachers, and everyone around you discussing your best friends, thinking you couldn’t hear them. No matter where you went, you were inevitably reminded of them. It was causing you to slowly lose your mind. It rendered you incapable of concentrating on anything besides them, and somewhere in between all of that, you had also found it difficult to wake up in time for classes. You had a hard time falling asleep. You stayed up all night, tossing, turning, and crying into your pillow as if it would bring them back. You began skipping classes and eventually just stopped attending altogether. Naturally, your grades began a steep plummet, one that you never fully recovered from. Your school staff would start calling your parents in for meetings to discuss your well-being, which prompted them to send you to a therapist.

None of it made a difference, though. Your life wouldn’t ever be the same again without your best friends, and no amount of trying or pretence could ever fix that.

You dwelled on the case each day and night. You often went to their parents’ homes, looking through their rooms, checking the same areas repeatedly in search of any possible clues. It was like beating a dead horse, and you could tell that’s what their parents thought as well, with the sorrow-filled, pitiful look they’d give you whenever you came by. Nevertheless, you didn’t give up. Not until a year had passed.

Eventually, you came to the conclusion that you had to give up on the search. You didn’t want to do so, but you had been forced to accept by then that it wasn’t getting anywhere. You showed up at Tim and Brian’s homes for the last time, asking if you could take some of their belongings with you as memorabilia. Both their parents agreed, allowing you inside and giving you a hug. The last one you’d ever got from them.

Tim’s mother was much thinner than before, and you knew it because she would often give you hugs throughout the year. Brian’s father cracked the weakest of smiles, and you felt a pang of heartache at sight; he was one of the liveliest adults you had known, always there to crack a joke and make everyone smile. But there was nothing you could do about it. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t bring them back. They couldn’t either. And neither could the police. Nobody could. So you took your collection of items and left.

During your year indoors, you had spent much of your time online. You found catharsis in talking to your friends online about the situation; they were very empathetic and understanding. They always did their best to console you and never tired of you when even you were exhausted by how much of a broken record you sounded like, unable to stop yourself from constantly talking about your former friends. Nonetheless, they were proud of you when you took the box, and when you were ready, they encouraged you to slowly put your life back together at your own pace. And a few months after you took the box, you decided it was time to do so and went back to school. It was difficult catching up with all the work you had missed during the year and a half that you weren’t at school, but you did your best and pulled through. Enough to make it to university.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about it,” you said. “If something’s wrong, I can always come talk to you guys.”

Both of your parents seemed happy with that response. Putting in our earbuds, you plugged them into your phone to play music, settling for looking out the window for the rest of the car ride. The view was pleasant.

When you arrived at your new apartment, your parents found a parking spot just a block away. Exiting the car, your parents opened the trunk, taking out the boxes of your things to carry them to your soon-to-be home. You mirrored their actions, getting out of the car, closing the vehicle door and retrieving the last box—the box—from there.

Crossing the street, you and your family arrived at the front of the apartment. Setting your box down on the steps, you typed in the four-digit entry code of the building. The door opened with a soft buzz, and you opened it, holding it open for your parents to enter before picking up your box and following them. You entered the apartment lobby together, which surprisingly looked even nicer in person than in the already appealing pictures. Consisting of white marble with thin black streaks through it, it almost made you think of an igloo. When you walked further up and to the stairs, your mom pointed out a concern. “There’s no elevator here.”

“There’s only three floors though,” you replied, “and I’m on the first. It’s good exercise.”

Your mom nodded, understanding your point and likely glad that you’d do something besides sitting in front of your monitor all day. The three of you continued to carry on up the stairs. As you turned the corner to the second half of the stairs, you began to feel lightheaded. You took another step forward, not understanding fully that something was wrong. It was mere seconds before static had hazed over your vision and rang in your ears. Your sight was one of an old TV turned on a broken channel, causing you to stumble forwards. Your foot caught on something, you weren’t sure what, but it was likely a step, and you fell forwards, hands still gripping the box, unable to find a landing.

You felt pain shoot through the side of your head as it slammed into the corner of something hard.

Your parents were yelling something, but you were too disoriented to make out the words. You thought they wanted you to get up, but everything hurt too much. You didn’t want to move; you wanted to just continue to lie there on the floor until the pain vanished. Not that you could’ve done anything else, your eyes were shut with blinding static, and your head rang into the void. You allowed unconsciousness to take you, your mind fading away into oblivion. 

next chapter ->

[bbeeohazardd]

decided to write down what i have thought of for my mh hlvrai au so far as well as things that aren't so concrete

okay so concrete things:

Tim and Masky are Gordon because it makes sense to me, Tim is just a dude with DID doing his best to help his ragtag group get through hell, Masky is just doing their absolute best to keep the group(and Tim) safe and is semi-verbal

Brian is Dr. Coomer bc Gordon already seemed to know Coomer before everything(at least that's how i interpret their first interaction) and idk aside from Tommy Gordon is the closest with Coomer and the ending message is from Coomer so like iunno, also idk Hoody stuff and the betrayal fit i think??

okay now for the less concrete things:

i could see Jay as Tommy or Benrey

okay gonna justify Jay as Tommy first bc it's the one i'm leaning more towards but uhhh it's mainly the hat, treatment of their characters by the fandoms, and also some of their behaviors and mannerisms are kinda similar. a lot of people treat Jay and Tommy like they're innocent small children and i'm so tired like no these guys are fucked up freaks(affectionate)! Tommy kills the most people and Jay commits so many crimes. also Jay is Tim's main ally which is paralleled by Tommy being Gordon's closest ally next to Coomer so idk, this will most likely be the one i go with

Jay as Benrey is mostly just again hat thing and the way Gordon and Benrey act as like weird friendemies, like yeah i love Jay n Tim being close, but their relationship is very very rocky due to everything and then the Operator meddling happens and Jay tries to harm Tim, but yeah probably not going with this one, but gamer Jay is very funny to consider

Alex as Benrey or Bubby

okay so Alex is most likely gonna be Benrey but i'll justify my reasoning for both of these choices again starting with Benrey, for Alex as Benrey it's mainly antagonistic role, Benrey ends up as the big bad because of Gordon's built-up animosity towards him, Alex ends up as the main antagonist because of the effects of the Operator and thinking that murder is the only way to stop it, also Alex is a film major in 2006 he'd def say shit like epic though i don't know if he'd be a gamer

Alex as Bubby is mainly just similar personalities kinda, Alex becomes a lot more irritable due to the Operator and i could see post-Operator Alex saying some of the shit Bubby says lmao, again Alex is most likely gonna be Benrey but idk i could see this for him as well

Jessica could be Bubby, okay okay i don't have too much justification for this one but i do think Jess is kinda blunt, and she deserves to be mean go girlboss go

uhhh like background characters that aren't super concrete teehee:

Sarah as G-man but only if Jay is Tommy, this is mainly just because i like the idea of Jay and Sarah being cousins, also Sarah is so snarky during the one time she shows up, and she deserves to be an intimidating and snarky person i love her sm

Amy as Darnold, i love Amy being cool potions woman Amy ilysm you get to be the best character<3<3<3<3

Seth is Forzen, idk it's Seth what can you say

[1987vampire]

Proxies x reader NSFW HCs

alot of these scenes will actually most likely end up in this story im writing lmao, so stick around if you want to see them fleshed out

Let's get the obvious beginner out of the way.

Toby is a tits man, Brian likes ass, and Tim is happy with whatever (he likes tits more he just doesn't want to be rude)

Now, let's start with Toby

Toby is the most submissive bottom you will meet in your life.

Has slipped a bit too far into subspace a few times, and you've had to stop immediately once you realized.

Motherfucker just wants to be dommed and dommed hard. Just tell him what to do, please.

Has the biggest fucking mommy kink (which contributes to his love for tits because the motherfucker will lavish those bitches like no other when given the chance)

Also has the biggest praise kink you will ever see. Has came embarrassingly fast because you called him your good boy.

99 percent of his knowledge of sex comes from porn so,, he's going to have to be retaught most everything.

Has definitely groped your tit too hard on multiple occasions because he thought it was the right thing to do.

Surprisingly good learner, though. Just wants to make you happy.

He's the best one for quickies out of all of them only because he cums extremely fast while still prioritizing you.

(He makes up for how fast he cums by how many times he can do it. Motherfucker will paint you white all over before his body gives out. Plus, his CIPA makes it to where he can't feel the burning in his legs as he fucks you for hours. Has literally kept going until his body gave out because you wanted him to.)

All the boys have very specific thoughts on oral. Toby will give or receive, whichever makes you happier, but when he's allowed to go down on you, it's like you're his last meal.

It's one of the only time's he'll disobey your commands because it doesn't matter if you've already came three times??? He's still eating, lady, shhh.

Tried to dom one (1) time. Not doing that again. Dude started crying half-way through because he thought he was hurting you and your feelings by ordering you around.

You had to pause and take a bath with him afterwards while he calmed down. He spent half the bath blubbering into your neck and apologizing more times than you could count.

Now, Brian is the exact opposite of Toby.

You asked to try and let him be the bottom a single time and he fucked you so hard you couldn't walk the next day.

A little shithead who loves blowjobs. Will give you head, but much prefers you on your knees with him stuffed so far in that he’s tapping the back of your throat and you’re gripping his thighs while he uses you for nothing more than his pleasure in the moment. 

Will mix degradation in with praise like he's been doing it his entire life. Has given you whiplash multiple times because of it.

He's so loud, too. Toby is whiny and begs, but this dude is in your ear with low grunts and groans, his voice spilling the foulest words he can think of.

Has you seeing stars while mumbling into your neck shit like "your pretty little pussy's taking me so well - like you were built to be my cocksleeve. Just a cumslut who takes whatever I give you. Look at you, all fucked out of your mind, pretty little baby. Can't wait to paint your fuckin' insides. It's what whores like you deserve."

He's also the best at aftercare, though. You normally have to take care of Toby after, and Tim does jack shit unless needed.

Brian, though, has his dresser packed with shit to take care of you with after. Will bathe you, dress you, tell you little reassurances, make sure you're okay.

He's also best at knowing when to stop. He can sense your hesitation as if he's the one feeling it.

Because of his dirty mouth, he's had to break off sessions early a few times. The biggest was when you started crying halfway through him fucking you missionary, and not the kind of crying he liked (because let's be real, this motherfucker loves to see you cry and beg to cum.)

He had called you a whore a few too many times through the session, and you had taken it a bit too close to heart (it was something that hit a bit harder than needed since you were dating multiple men at once.)

He spent the whole night cuddling you and reassuring you that he didn't really mean it. He loved you, they all did, it was just for the roleplay. "Stop crying, pretty baby, we're okay. I'm not actually mad. Let me see a smile, c'mon, doll."

Also, let me mention that because y'all are so fucking loud, Tim has banged on the door quite a few times trying to get you to calm down.

Tim made the mistake of grumbling to himself during dinner one time in front of you and Brian that 'you're so fucking loud it sounds like you're recording a goddamn porno in there.'

If you hadn't been choking on your food so hard, you might have noticed the sly grin that crossed Brian's face, though it was brought back later when he ended up filming you quite a few times from that night. It wouldn't be posted anywhere - fuck that, you were theirs, and no one else's.

(he did accidentally share a video of you cumming to the group chat all four of you were in on accident while sending cute pictures of the two of you. The mortification of hearing your moans come through the speaker of Toby's phone while he stared at it dumbfounded was enough for you to not talk to Brian for a whole week. It didn't matter if they had seen you like that before, it was still embarrassing!)

(Brian didn't tell you that the other two - Tim especially - had been sent worse videos than that.)

SPEAKING OF TIM.

Let's get started with this man. Tim is the laziest motherfucker known to man but it is nice. 

Really, he’s not lazy, he’s just tired a lot, and he doesn’t want to put the effort in the fuck you senseless when you’ve got two others for that. 

He prefers sleepy fucking where you’re both half-out-of-it and breathless. He enjoys both of you on your sides with him spooning you, his hips moving just enough to give enough friction for the both of you to cum after a while. You can and will fall alseep right after with him still buried inside of you.

Speaking of, what’s the best way to get y’all’s sexual tension out while still being lazy (besides just making you ride him which he does very often) ? Cockwarming. 

He won’t even just do it in bed when it’s the two of you. He’s shimmied his pants down just enough for his cock to slip out and pushed your panties aside (since you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear. I mean, what did you think would happen?) and made you sit on him in the middle of the living room while the other two were lounging around, too distracted to notice. 

However, if someone does notice (Especially in the beginning because you were horrible at hiding your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing from understimulation) he would not hide it.

“H-hey, y/-y/n, what’s-sss-s with the f-fa-face?” Toby had asked innocently one night while you were all watching TV together. You knew Tim was smirking behind you as he lifted the hem of the big shirt just enough to let Toby know what was going on. Boy blushed so hard and covered his eyes, smacking his face harshly in the process, and Tim and Brian snickered (because of course Brian already knew.)

Cockwarming also means that the second you finally - finally - start fucking, it’s over for the two of you in less than a minute, your fingers clawing at him as you finally get your release after hours. (the longest he’s made the two of you wait was four hours because we’re watching Toby’s favorite movies, we can’t interrupt him, now can we, darlin’?’

He’s also a huge fan of facesitting. Not the biggest fan of receiving blowjobs only because it makes him feel too vulnerable, but he could have you sit on his face for hours and not complain, his hands gripping your ass tight enough to leave bruises as he laved his tongue over your clit over and over. 

The only - only - times Tim has fucked you rough was when it wasn’t even really him. You had been half-asleep with your back to him one time as he rutted into you slowly when you suddenly felt yourself flipped so you were ass up with your face being pushed into the mattress, his hips jutting at a speed you didn’t know he could reach.

You didn’t even have to look back to know that Masky - his alter that didn’t show himself too often around you - had taken over. 

During getting fucked that time by Masky, you ended up so deep in subspace, trying to please the man you didn’t get too see that often that you let him him rip orgasm after orgasm from you until you couldn’t think straight and you entered a space where all you felt was pleasure, and you couldn’t even see straight.

You were brought out of it by Tim pressing a cold rag to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings to you as he tried to get you to come to, apologizing profusely for letting it happen. You had just grinned and - though your voice was thoroughly fucked up from screaming - told him to let Masky know he could do that again any time. Tim had gotten so flustered that he walked out of the room for a few minutes. 

Speaking of alters real quick.

Tim and Brian are the only ones to have them - Masky and Hoody respectfully, of course - and they come out around you very little. Hoody comes out more than Masky though, and you can tell the difference in how quiet Brian will get. 

Hoody and Masky have fucked you both separately and together (so have Tim and Brian but we’ll get to that in a second)

Masky loves you ass and prefers to have you in doggystyle over anything while Brian’s love for blowjobs is only intensified in his alter who will have you gagging on him until you almost pass out. He’ll give you a moment to breathe in just a second, just hold on a little longer, okay?

Hoody is almost always silent besides grunts that let him communicate with Masky. This is apparent even when you’re not fucking, and the three of you have to teach yourselves how to decipher the man’s made up language. 

Masky is quiet too, but will grumble to himself more than anything, calling you the worst name’s he can think of while he slams into you so hard that you don’t even have to move yourself to give Hoody a proper blowjob, his grip on your hips and force of his thrusts are enough to have you bouncing back and forth quickly. 

It’s not like you could really move anyways, not when Masky’s picking you up by your thighs and holding your hips up as he plows into you.

They love spitroasting but have definitely done double penetration even if you complain that you’re not prepped. Who cares? You’re obviously ready for it, look at you already cumming even though they haven’t moved. 

Now, as for threesomes and or foursomes

Nine times out of ten, Toby is too embarrassed to do anything in front of the other two. Maybe if you coax him enough, reassure him that nobody will judge, he might join in for the night, but it’s an incredibly rare occurrence. Watching Brian boss you around is enough to make him squirm. You were supposed to be in change, not him? But there you were with your tongue sticking out as you rolled your hips against Tim, ready to fit either of them in your mouth. The other can always take another hole. 

Toby not wanting to join doesn’t really both the other two though, and though it’s still not as common to have a threesome compared to one on one, Tim and Brian are always ready to share. Especially when you look so pretty whining into the air as you take both of them at once. 

You don’t mind if Brian takes a few photos, right? I mean, just look at you! This is a perfect moment to capture. Ignore the fact that you’re now Tim’s home screen, your pretty tits out in the open as his cock is buried inside of you, Brian’s hand gripping the flesh of your hip. Why wouldn’t he want to see it all the time?

The same applies to them as their alters. Spitroasting is their absolute favorite, though Tim prefers it if you ride him while you slobber all over Brian instead of him having to use his energy to fuck you into oblivion. 

They love double penetration as well, but once they tried to fit both of them in your pussy instead of one in your ass and you came so hard that you passed out. It’s brought out on special occasions after a l o t of prep.

really, overall. you have a boy for whatever mood you're in and you're literally never horny because the second you mention it someone is on top of you.

[scary-lasagna]

What would happen if the new proxy started calling them grandpa? 😂

In an endearing way.

Referencing the Veteran posts

Masky

"I'm not a grandpa."

Yes, he is.

Everyone else already calls him the grouchy grandpa, so it's not much of a difference from everyone else.

But like of the many nicknames he's received over the years, he just simply goes along with it. Because if he's learned anything, he's learned that if he makes a big deal out of it, Toby will continue out of spite.

And since you're the new apprentice, you will soon shortly follow in his footsteps in being as aggravating as humanly possible.

Masky will accept the role as the grumpy grandpa, and will really show you who's a fucking grandpa when he body slams you into the training mat.

Hoodie

"Haha! I don't think I'm that old, kid!"

As usual, Brian has lighthearted jokes prepared.

But he does realize that he is getting up in age, but he doesn't see it negatively.

Brian had a grandpop once, himself. And he inspires to be as great as him. After all, his own grandfather taunt him half of the things he knows about the wilderness, ranging from hunting to identifying which mushrooms are safe to eat.

Was he an insane conspiracy theorist and doomsday prepper? Yes. But did the man know what he was talking about when it came to surviving in the wild? Also yes.

So, in time, maybe Brian will become the crazy grandpa. But after seeing Tim fully bodyslam [Y/N] at the ripe age of old, he believes he might have competition.

Toby

Definitely pretends to be offended, and then plays along into the elderly dynamic.

"Oh sorry, I couldn't hear you because I'm a gRANDPA."

Toby is young at heart, and he only hopes that his bones can keep up with his mentality.

Over the years, he hasn't changed one bit. And in reality, he never planned to live this long. But thanks to Slender, and a lot of work from Eyeless Jack, Toby has survived through countless stab wounds, bullet holes, peanut allergies, and oddly attractive women who have tried to kill him.

But after thinking, and how many jokes he can make, Toby will proudly be your grandfather.

"Oh [Y/N]? Yeah, that's my grandkid. I love them. Look at all of these pictures I have of them! This one is when Tim bodyslammed them so hard they broke a rib!"

[nursegracecreates]

Sound Effects and Overdramatics- Pt. 22

A/N: sorry for the long wait, readers. I got lost in Sally Face land but I'm back! If you like this, you can find the whole series here, and I'm currently holding an Ask Toby event, where you can ask the Toby from this series questions. Fic below the cut due to length

I woke the next morning to Toby's cloudy eyes, sleepily looking down at where I was snuggled between his left arm and his shirtless chest. His right hand was combing fingers through my hair.

"Morning" I said, causing Toby to startle, and I rolled onto my stomach so I could look up at Toby better, "Have you been awake long?"

"Nah" Toby said, "Just a few minutes." His eyes went distant like they did when he was listening to mind speak, "Give us time to wake up, Brian, damn! Not all of us like waking up at the ass crack of dawn!" Toby flinched and looked down at me, "Sorry, Brian's in the kitchen with Tim. They want to see us."

I sighed, forgetting how Toby acted with people other than me. From what he'd told me, Brian and Tim were a little older. Tim had always had a rocky father-son relationship with Toby, with Tim basically acting like Toby's dad but also trying to pull rank due to his older age. It had always been a bone of contention and worsened when Tim's other side, Masky, came out. Brian was more like a close friend and peer, a brother in arms. His other side, Hoody, was the model soldier, treating Toby's word as Slender's. 

"And Brian's a morning person?" I asked, "What time is it anyway?" I felt like I'd been asleep for days, not hours, and the gears in my head were turning slowly. 

Toby looked to the clock, a glaring blue digital on his beside dresser, "Nine twenty-three."

I shot Toby a look meant to tell him he was being overdramatic as I sat up, pulling my pajamas straight, "I mean, it's early. But not that early."

"Grace" Toby protested.

I was already standing, stretching my arms over my head until my spine popped, "I can not stay in bed any longer. I'll start getting all stiff and achy."

Toby was silent and I glanced his way to fins him smirking as I pulled a camisole from the dresser. He sat back against the pillows "I'll give you-"

"No" I laughed, "no dirty jokes!" I tossed my camisole at him, aiming for his face. It hit his chest and his hands grabbed at it reflexively. He smiled at me crookedly.

"No?"

"Come on, just get up. I know you just don't want to people, but I'm excited to meet your friends."

Toby sighed, "Fine, but they're gonna have questions. They normally do."

Toby got out of bed and joined me in getting dressed. He chose dark blue jeans and a black sweater today, a more casual look, and I followed suit with black jeans and a soft gray sweater. We slid our boots on by the door as Toby ran a brush through his hair, then mine. He threw the brush on the bed and I followed him through the door.

We came out in the kitchen. Two men sat at the table next to a window that showed the forest, soft with morning light. 

One of the men stood. He had dark blonde hair, cut short and brushed to the left. A wispy mustache grew in the same color.  He was muscular in the way Toby was, and looked very friendly in a good ole boy way. He wore blue jeans and a yellow hoodie. He crossed the kitchen in four long strides and grabbed Toby, pulling him into a man hug.

To my surprise, Toby hugged him back immediately, his fingers squeezing the other man's upper arms. "Brian" Toby's voice said, all business. But he stayed in the hug instead of pulling away. Brian clapped Toby on the back and pulled away first, so Toby wouldn't have to, taking a few steps back. 

"Good to see you made it back" Brian said, smiling widely as he turned his attention to me, "And Kate's already told us about your old lady. She's cute, Tobes. I'm Brian, welcome to the family. Tim?"

Tim was obviously the other man. He was bigger, as in more bulky, but I could I tell it was more muscle than fat. Tim was solidly built and carried a tired air about him. His hair was dark and a matching scruff of facial hair covered his cheeks and jaw. Dark eyes peered tired from under heavy brows and he sighed as he stood. He slowly walked up to us with hands stuffed deep in his pockets. All three men were around the same height. 

"Thought you weren't coming back this time" Tim said. Both Toby and Tim's postures were stilted, like dogs getting ready to fight. Surely they wouldn't...

Tim started chuckling and Toby joined him a moment later as Tim stuck out his hand for Toby to grip. "Good to see you, man" Tim said, smiling though he still managed to look tired. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook out one and put it to his lips. He lit it a second later with movements that looked almost hypnotic. Tim had the well practiced motions of a chain smoker.

"Good to see you too" Toby said as hugged Tim quickly, a step in, squeeze and step out. Tim returned to his chair next to the window, which I now saw was cracked open to allow the smoke out. Toby followed him with wary eyes as he pulled me with him. Brian was rattling pots and pans in the cabinets, gathering some skillets. 

"I figured we could do a briefing. We know something's up, Toby. Slender and Kate seem preoccupied, but aren't saying shit" Tim said, "There's people showing up dead everywhere. The weather out there has been fucked." Tim pointed with his cigarette towards the window with its peaceful forest view, but I knew both Toby and I knew Tim meant outside of the forest.

"We just want to know what's up" Brian said calmly as he pulled a tray of eggs from one of the refrigerators, "That and how many eggs I'm cooking."

"Brian likes to cook breakfast for us while Tim pumps me for info. This is how briefings with them usually go. Brian cooks. Tim bugs me, and then Brian feeds me, which puts me in a better mood, so I talk."

"And it works like a dream" Brian said, "Eggs?"

"Four" Toby said, then looked at me,  "Grace? How many for you?"

"Um, one, I guess?" I said, still in shock at Toby's request for so many eggs. He was doing better about eating regularly, but still wasn't much for breakfast. Toby picked up on it moments later and rubbed my knuckles with his thumb, "Brian's breakfasts are always amazing. I take advantage of their plan sometimes."

"Every time" Tim corrected and then he put out his cigarette after lighting a new one with the ember of the already lit one. And then he started asking questions. Toby started telling them everything from his confinement in Pueblo to now, first joining Brian at the counter to make motor oil coffee, then coming back to the table with the whole pot. Tim lit another cigarette as he sat back, listening. 

Granted, Toby didn't have to explain who Zalgo was. Tim and Brian knew who he was and acted accordingly, dismayed that Zalgo was trying to rise to power. But walking through the past few months still took a good amount of time. 

"I think that Nina is finally afraid of Jeff" Toby said, "And he's definitely more… agitated."

Brian sat a steaming bowl of scrambled eggs, followed by a plate laden with sausage, ham, and bacon. Next, Brian brought a cast iron skillet full of hashbrowns over, along with a plate of hotcakes. One more trip back produced warn biscuits and a caddy full of jams, jellies, syrups, and honey, along with fresh butter, cream cheese, and orange juice.

Toby got up to get plates so Brian could sit. He was beginning to limp and when Brian sat down he looked to Tim. They must have been using mind speak because when Toby came back with the plates and silverware, Tim said, "We need to start rounding up an army." He pinched the bridge of his nose at the thought. 

Toby glared at Tim for a moment, "Nice of you to decide that, Tim." He sighed,  "Sorry, I agree." We started serving ourselves. 

Brian said, "I'll track down Skully, Habit and the others."

Tim nodded, "I'll go see a few more. I have a few in mind."

"I was going to take Grace to meet Jane. She'll be valuable when it comes to Jeff's movements. And then see if I can find Helen, maybe Jack."

"EJ or LJ?" Brian asked, a spark of amusement in his tone. 

"EJ… Grace, are you afraid of clowns?"

"Wha- Why?" I asked, wondering why it was relevant. 

"It'll decide whether I talk to LJ, or if one of these two assholes will do it" Toby grinned

"No" Tim said in a very final way, looking up from his eggs. "I am not hunting down that clown in his damn carnival."

"Me either" Brian grinned, taking a bite of the hotcakes he'd drowned in syrup. "You're the one who can't feel pain, Toby."

"I guess it doesn't matter if I'm a fan or not" I sighed, "I'll go with you anyway."

At least the breakfast was delicious.

[moving-wright-along]

breaking and entering

y/n’s house gets broken into, your boy comes to the rescue

Masky

-The SECOND, he receives a text message from his S/O that just says “help”, he’s throwing everything aside and rushing to see what’s wrong. 

-he’s tempted to call you, but decides against it until he knows the situation better. 

-Confused at first. the lights in your house are dark, your car is in the driveway, what was the problem?

-it’s when he notices the open window and the black van at the end of the road that the pieces click.

-Masky is not a man of subtlety. he’s kicking in the door. 

-Whatever dumb motherfucker broke into your house is gonna regret the day he was born. Did this guy really think he could put HIS s/o in danger and get away with it???

-Although, in the moment, he cares way more about making sure you’re safe. So he gives the guy a swift kick in the pants as he shoves him out the door. 

-Don’t be mistaken, though. Tim takes NOTES. he’ll get to that guy later, once you’re safe and comfortable again, of course. 

-He’s also pretty sure that, burglar or not, you’d be pissed as fuck if he got blood on your new carpet. 

-The feeling of scooping you up into his arms after you emerge from your hiding place is very gratifying. 

-He’ll hold you and let you cry out all your fear in his arms. You wouldn’t be able to tell by his face, but the whole time he’s holding you, he’s plotting out exactly what he’s going to do to the stupid fuck that scared you. 

Toby

-You sent him a long string of keysmash texts.

-Confused at first, because he didn't send you anything funny. So you weren't keysmashing from laughter.

-He can't kick the paranoid feeling in his chest, so he rushes over to your house to see what's wrong, his anxiety rising the entire time.

-Like Masky, there is not an ounce of subtlety in his body.

-Kicks down the door, practically knocking it off its hinges

-This, understandably, scares the shit out of you since one of the assholes in your house shoved and locked you inside the closet right beside your front door. 

-Around you, Toby is practically a puppy, all sweet and affectionate. To the point where you almost forget how fucking terrifying he can be. Especially when he’s angry. It’s no surprise these guys almost shit themselves when Tobes busts in, who wouldn’t?

-very few people wouldn’t be scared of a twitching dude with two bloody hatchets. 

-the robbers made a mad dash for the back door, and Tob is about to give chase when you start banging on the door. 

-When you call out for him, Toby instantly drops his hatchets and goes to get you out. 

-He’s definitely not happy about the robbers getting away... but, getting to hold you kinda makes up for it. Especially when you’re clinging to him and being all cute. 

-It’s not that he likes you being in danger.. but he will admit that coming to your rescue was nice. It makes him feel like he’s a knight, and you’re his princess~

Hoodie 

-He got a text from you at 3am

-”babe pls stop kicking at the backdoor, the window is unlocked”

-Cue “????” from him.

-”OH MY GOD THATS NOT YOU SOMEONE JUST BROKE IN”

-Welp. Brian wasn’t planning on committing a murder tonight, but he supposes his plans have changed. 

-Luckily, the guy who just broke into your house is seemingly a total moron. I mean, he kicked in the backdoor of a house that wasn’t even empty. 

-Since he’s not much of a threat, Brian decides to have a little bit of fun. 

-If the guy was actually dangerous, Brian probably would’ve walked straight in and beaten the guy to death. 

-Instead, imagine this robbers surprise when he opens his van doors, his arms full with your TV, to see a hooded dude crouching inside. 

-”Oh hi there.” 

-I’ll spare you the gorey details, but I’m sure you can imagine what happens next. 

-Discards his bloody clothes by the door and finds you hunkered down in your bathroom. 

-He expects payment for his work in the form of lots of kisses. So you better pay up. 

EJ

-Now, you’re not entirely unfamiliar with people crawling in through your window, since your boyfriend had a tendency to do that often, but this...

-This is not the same thing. 

-Of course the fucker managed to catch you at the worst time possible. All you had wanted was a little midnight snack, and now here you were, hiding in your fucking pantry. 

-And of course you had left your phone upstairs, so you couldn’t even call for help...

-Luckily enough for you, your boyfriend had similar plans of crawling through your window tonight.

-Usually, when it’s already late and he's been missing you, he'd just crawl in and silently slip into bed with you.

-Although he's concerned when he notices you're not in bed. He didn't hear water in the bathroom running- or anything else for that matter. Your phone was on your nightstand, so it's not like you went anywhere...

-Jack has really sensitive hearing, so he perks up when he hears shuffling downstairs- only to tense up again when they're clearly not your footsteps.

-...Well. Looks like he knows where his next meal will come from.

-He doesn't usually like brute forcing his way through problems, but this is an exception.

-Tapes the guy's mouth, ties him up, and leaves him in your shed. Jack will properly deal with him later. And if he breaks both the intruders hands while he’s at it then that's his business.

-When you come out, he just scoops you up and takes you to bed. He came to cuddle and that's what he's gonna do. Not that you'd complain about cuddles, though.

BEN

-He doesn’t notice your first call because he’s in the middle of a game, but in between rounds, he notices his phone flashing.

-he’s a little confused, since it’s really late, and you’re usually asleep by now. He texted you goodnight earlier and everything.

-then you call him again, practically hyperventilating as you hid beneath your bed after you heard your window shatter downstairs. 

-BEN isn't the strongest guy around.. His killings are more psychological, not physical.

-Part of him might want to get another proxy to just run over to your place and tear the fucker apart.

-But BEN decides to handle it on his own. No one fucks with his s/o except him, dammit.

-Pops out of your TV as the intruder is trying to lift it. Under any other circumstances, BEN might’ve been satisfied with the terrified expression on the guy’s face and call it a night. 

-Takes a ride in the intruder’s phone as the guy is running off, just long enough to get every bit of information BEN needs to completely ruin this fool’s life. But he’ll get to that later. 

-Coaxes you out from underneath the bed, assuring you that everything’s been dealt with. 

-If youre not up for trying to go back to sleep, youre more than welcome to stay up and play games with him

[beebubb]

My creepypasta AU! I really wanted to make my own creepypasta world where i can come up with ideas for the characters as to designing and coming up with their personalities and other stuff!

But before I describe my AU/world here are a few things I want to mention first

1. Some of these ideas are inspired by vivziepop, snuffbomb(I do not support what he did in the past, I just like the characters from the comic Creeps), and pastamonsters

2. There are ships that I will include with my OCs but it DOESN'T mean that I'm one of those fangirls that are like "BEnY iS mInE aNd nO oNe eLsE CaN hAvE him!!" and go after other fans! I respect if you ship yourself or your own characters with the same pasta that I like or if you like someone else! Also I might post some headcanons later on that will be based off of my AU and also I might do those Y/N x *insert your creepypasta love interest here* later on as well! So if you like this and wanna ask something or request something later on you can!

3. You don't have to completely like or agree with every single thing I write or make in my AU! This is just for my entertainment and for others!

4. This is includes demonology so I have like princes/kings/Dukes etc of hell so yes that does mean I include stolas but it is not the same stolas from helluva boss (made by vivziepop)

5. The entities I mention that are part of Demonology, each have their purpose as well.

OK now that I got that out of the way here is a bit of my AU!

The world is divided into 3, which is the earth world, underworld, and hell. What's the difference?

Earth world: this is the normal human world, where people like us exist etc

Underworld: this is where all monsters and killers live and exist (I was inspired by this part by the Creeps comic sense I really liked the concept of having an underworld for killers to live at)

Hell: this is where prince's, queens, kings, princesses, of hell exist. So pretty much rulers of hell.

What happens in the underworld?

(this was also inspired by Creeps) in the underworld it is kind of like the earth world, but of course like I mentioned before, this is where killers exist and all that.

The difference is pretty much what you do, what you can study for, what you do for work, and lifestyle.

What can you study for and work for in the underworld?

Here you can study for careers like morticians, hitman, bounty killers, professional stalkers, and killer apprentices(can also be known as studying to be a proxy), or a demon's apprentice (what you dedicate for is depending the demon you decide to work for)

There are also normal jobs of course, like surgeon, CEO, entrepreneur, and pathologist.

What's the difference between hell and the underworld?

In the underworld it is pretty much normal people that became killers, ghosts, etc.

In hell, only royalty and rulers live there.

Who are in hell?

Queen: lilith

Kings: bael, paimon, asmodeus, purson, belial, viné, balam, zalgo, zagan

Dukes: amduscias, Agares, eligos, astaroth, valefar, barbatos, gusion, zepar, bathin, saleos, aim, buné, berith, focalor, vepar, vual, crocell, allocer, murmur, gremory, vapula, flauros, dantalion.

Princes: vassago, sitri, ipos, gaap, stolas, orobas, seir, beelzebub, lucifer, slenderman (he is zalgo's son here)

Marquises: gamigin, aamon, leraje, naberius, ronové, forneus, marchosias, phenex, sabnock, shax, orias, andras, andrealphus, kimaris, decarabia.

Earls: furfur, malthus, raum, bifrons, andfomalius

Knights: furcas

President: barbas, buer, botis, morax, glasya-labolas, foras, malphas, haagenti, camio, ose, Amy, valac.

How can you get to the underworld?

There are a few ways that you can get to the underworld which are

1. You get brought by a demon from hell or by slenderman himself (very common and popular way). This usually happens once the underworld would be a much better place for you (for example, for Ben drowned he was brought to the underworld by slenderman after he died sense well he's a ghost now and was literally part of a hunted legend of Zelda video game so he was basically a bit of a poltergeist)

2. If you have any background with a killer that already lives in the underworld that was or is still related to you, you can also be brought to the underworld (kind of like when will Grossman was brought to the underworld and Isaac was looking for him (Isaac was his great great great grandpa I think))

3. Once your time has come to be in the underworld, you'll be teleported here, if you are dying then you would just wake up here, and if you are still conscious, you'll black out and get teleported.

What happens once you get to the underworld? Do you change?

Not much is changed, you still have the same personality and physical appearance that you had when you were in the underworld, the only physical change varies depending on how you died or why you came to the underworld (kind of like hazbin hotel and helluva boss, that depending on how you died you get left a mark that shows) or depending on what you did to yourself, a few examples are these:

-Jeff the killer: sense he killed his family and cut a smile on to his face, then when he's in the underworld, that smile does become permanent and a part of him, so it won't heal like a normal cut

-amari (my OC) didn't do anything to herself like Jeff did, but she was just power hungry and thrill seeking out of killing, so sense she has no self inflicted physical marks, once she came to the underworld, she had a skull in the iris of her eye (this kinda came out of the "the eyes are the Window to the soul" thing, and sense she literally wanted the death of others, she had a skull on her eye)

What pastas will I include? (if you are interested in having me do a y/n x creepypasta thing and you wanna know who I am including then this list is for you!)

-Jeff the killer

-Ben drowned

-Jane the killer

-Will grossman

-laughing jack

-nina the killer

-hoodie/Brian (I won't include marble hornets so here hoodie/Brian are the same, same goes for masky/Tim)

-masky/timothy

-sherry(my OC)

-eyeless jack

-slenderman

-ticci toby

-amelie/lady(my OC)

-amari(my OC)

-clockwork

-Damien (my OC)

-hobo heart

-offenderman

-splendor

-puppeteer

-zalgo

Info of the demons

They all have different personalities, morals, and different beliefs. So just because they are demons, it doesn't mean everyone is evil (except for zalgo, he's an evil mf)

-Some of them teach at the institution or schools

-they can make deals with anyone from the earth world and underworld

-sometimes they can take someone under their wing when they see potential in them

-Some of them have businesses, safe houses, proxies, etc just like slenderman

-sometimes they hire hitmen, bounty killers, and stalkers

Well that's it for now! I hope you like this concept I made!and like I said, I this is just for fun! Nothing of this is Canon for the original creators of the pastas or other characters, it's just something I made for my own entertainment and others!

[creepy-bi-day]

Hello again!!! Can you please write some headcanons for the pastas with a choatic & troublemaking s/o??? Like they always piss off someone even if they barely know them for shits & giggles :)

Ah, YES??

This is a mood. My mood😤

I did EJ And the Twink Bros

Chaotic s/o:

Eyeless Jack:

Finds it kind of cute?

His little mate trying to piss off people in the house

If you actually manage to irritate someone to the point of violence, he’s going to do one of two things

Either stand behind you and cross his arms, ready to pounce on whoever is about to harm you

Or push you behind him and snarl at the person

Depends on that time of year tbh or how long it’s been since he ate

As long as it isn’t him you’re trying to piss off hes fucking down for the chaos:

He’s basically an angry being made from chaos himself so like??

Will watch from a distance while you set up pranks and or interact with potentially volitile creeps

If it’s a stranger he’s always down to watch

A few times you even caught him chucking when you succeeded in pissing off Jeff

He’s not going to be your wingman or anything

But he’s going to watch with amusement and just take notes to blackmail everyone later—

“Hey, Helen, remember the time (y/n) painted-“

“Just shut up. What is it you want, exactly?”

If you try to irritate him though, he’s going to remind you of your place

And that place is underneath him.

Will tackle you and end up pinning you down

“Don’t test me, little one. I’m the one in charge here. I’m not like the others. Understand?”

Cody Rogers:

Um

Yes??

You guys will have a fucking blast

He and his brother are already starting prank wars to piss people off anyway

Unlike his brother, he finds it hot as hell that you’re just??

So good at irritating people?

Probably drools when you piss off Jeff or Pupetteer tbh

Gets super possessive over you though

Only he’s allowed to hurt you

Don’t piss him off though

He’s going to leave you to fend for yourself for a few hours

Then probably beat the shit out of whoever hurt you but still-

Will always be down to talk shit

Loves that you’re as chaotic as him tbh-

Helps you come up with new ways to incite fear into the hearts of the creeps

“Ya know, Jeff’s afraid of fire.”

“Oh, say no more, Cody. Do we have anymore sparklers?”

Gets you to start doing meaner pranks and jokes than you would normally

Once you had to hide for almost two days after you put Nair in Ben’s shower head-

Bald elf boy was terrifying ngl

But overall? Just don’t piss him off and he’s going to protect you from whatever fallout comes from your fuckery

Toby Rogers:

Finds it HILARIOUS

“You know, you remind-you remind me of Cody.”

“Is that a good thing?”

Dynamic duo? Nah. Terrifying Trio.

Toby isn’t as mean as his brother when it comes to pranks so like, he’ll help with little stuff

You wanna put candy cigarettes in Masky’s pack? Bet

You want anything more than a little troublemaking, expect to have to go to the older brother

“Ah yes, young padawan, what is it you require of the council?”

“Cody why are all the lights off?”

You’re gonna have two bois to back you up if you get in trouble though?? So that’s a plus

Even if you do something he doesn’t approve of, Toby will hide you if need be

“I told-I told you not to hide-to hide Hoodies mask. And what-what did you do?”

“I hid Hoodies mask. He still hasn’t found it though.”

You hid it in Bens disaster of a room.

Good luck, Brian.

He lives for the chaos though and encourages you to follow through with your plans

Loses his temper a lot like his brother though if someone hurts you-

I’m not even gonna pretend you’d prank him because like?? Why??

[scary-lasagna]

Hay can i pls have headcanons the proxies and jasonthetoymaker, like they found out that there s/o made a (guy)friend and they love eacher only as friends but there way of showing there friendship is physical like they hug, kiss eahers cheeks,s/o sits on his lap.etc, i will love to see jason and the prixies reaction like do they get jeaulse(?) Or are they ok with it

Jason

Oh no, no, no, no.

Jason has a lot of built-up abandonment trauma already, and he’s also unhinged more than a screen door in a hurricane.

He gets easily jealous around people, even one’s that he has known for many years and that he trusts with his entire being.

It’s just a cute little trauma-induced quirk he has, y’kno?

In Jason’s head, there will always be a chance that he’ll wake up one morning to a cold side of the bed.

Jason will make his desire loud and clear, that he does not like the PDA between you and your “friend”, regardless of gender or sexuality.

He’s also a deceitful little shit, and he’ll suddenly get very buddy-buddy with your friend.

You’re finally relieved to see them getting along, and you can peacefully sleep at night without Jason curling around your arm like a snake.

In secret, and away from your protection, he allows his new buddy into his workshop. He’s spent great time and effort designing new toys for this occasion.

“And this one burrows under the skin of a specified individual...Kind of like walking around with a target on your forehead.” :))

“We wouldn’t want that happening, now would we?”

Masky

He’s not happy.

And an unhappy Masky is a passive-aggressive Masky.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but every time you talk about your friend it gives him a hot collared heat and jealously overlaps his clear thinking.

He may snap at you, or maybe passive-aggressively sit on the couch with his arms crossed.

Not only is he jealous, but he also doesn’t trust it. One thing can easily lead to another, and he doesn’t want to walk in on some ”friendly” tongue kissing.

Masky will work behind your back and hunt your friend down to have a private chat with them without your dismissive naysay.

It’s not aggressive, but the edge to his tone is enough to give your friend a proper talking to.

And at breakfast the following day, you asked your boyfriend what he was doing so late last night.

“Just sitting on Brian’s lap and showering him with kisses. Don’t worry, though, it’s just a friend thing.”

Hoodie

He’s cool with it.

A t  f i r s t.

The hugging was perfectly fine, Brian could tolerate it. Did the frequent hugging punch him in the heart? Yes. But he loved you to death, so he was willing to endure it.

Then you both started kissing cheeks every time you parted...and then you started sitting on their lap.

That was his lap you were supposed to be sitting on, and his hands were supposed to be on your waist, not theirs.

“Alright, now I just gotta kidnap them.”

Brian’s 6′2″ ass walks over, excuses himself like a gentleman, picks you up like a toddler, and whisks you away.

For the sake of his sanity, he had to talk to you now. 

“I’m not very...uh...lighthearted with the way you act around [F/N].”

“Babe, we’re just friends,” You placed a hand inside his large calloused one.

“And I’m your boyfriend.”

“You just want some jealously cuddles, don’t ya?”

“...Y-Yeah.”

[moving-wright-along]

babysitting

"No, Y/N. Absolutely not."

"Tim! Come on, please. He's the easiest kid to look after and it's only for a few hours!"

"...I'm no good with kids. You know that."

"He already loves you, Tim. Look, I'd much rather spend my Saturday with my son than at work, but I need the extra money right now."

"Why do you suddenly need extra cash?"

Aaaand that's where you realize you've messed up. You love Tim, you do. But lord, that man has a tendency to overreact.

"....Nothing."

"Y/N..." Tim said, his voice low and threatening.

"...My landlord raised my rent again."

"Again?!"

"Tim!" You called, trying to halt his rage in its tracks. "It's- It's okay. After this paycheck I can start looking for a cheaper place. But right now I really just need help... Please just watch him for a few hours."

Tim huffed, digging the toe of his steel boots into the ground outside your home. He didn’t mind that you had a kid already before meeting him. It was never a problem. You loved Tim despite his problems and his, um, career, and that’s all he could want. But fuck. Something about watching your kid- in your house while you’re not even home- it was way too intimate. Like this was the next step in your relationship, and Tim had no idea if he was ready for that yet. Hell- he was half tempted to call up Hoodie- Brian was probably way better with kids than he is. Or fuck, maybe even Toby would be a better person to watch your son. Or maybe he should just go murder your landlord so it’s not a problem anymore. 

“Fine.” He growls before he can give himself enough time to chicken out. 

“Oh- thank you, Tim! Thank you.” You rushed forward and hugged him, and he grumbled something about you owing him into your shoulder. 

“You’ll be fine. Just set him up with his coloring books and a movie and he’ll be occupied all day. There’s sandwich stuff in the fridge for lunch and goldfish in the pantry if he wants a snack.” 

“Okay.. okay.” Tim mumbles as you unload information at him. Moreso for his own comfort than for yours. 

The next few minutes go by way to fast. You’re dressed and ready for work within a minute, and Tim watches awkwardly from the doorway as you scoop up your son- kissing him on the face and telling him to be good before you were suddenly gone, leaving Tim totally alone with a 4 year old. 

Somewhere along the way, Tim had convinced himself that he was much too dangerous to be around your son. A bad influence, irresponsible, negligent, any label he could tack onto himself to convince you he was just no good. However, despite his anxieties around your child, your kid unabashedly adored Tim, and it was clear that Tim had a soft spot for him since the beginning. Even when he was still hiding behind his mask. 

You trust Tim wholeheartedly. Enough so that you left your phone in your locker for the day. 

Skip forward a few hours, and you unlock your phone to find 37 text messages. All from Tim. 

Masky ❤ (10:37): What does he mean when he says fishy??? Masky ❤ (10:39): oh okay he meant Nemo. Masky ❤ (10:51): Does he know this entire movie by heart??? what are you teaching him  Masky ❤ (11:01): wait what time should i give him lunch?  Masky ❤ (11:06): he drew me a picture and im not going to lie to you y/n.  Masky ❤ (11:06): i almost cried. dont tell anyone that. Masky ❤ (11:21): okay he’s eating lunch now.  Masky ❤ (11:30): is the guy in the picture by the tv his dad? he looks like an asshole.  Masky ❤ (11:47): is he small for his age? he’s just so tiny.  Masky ❤ (11:54): he thinks its really funny how much bigger my hands are than his.  Masky ❤ (1:21) he wants to watch the grinch? it’s summer.  Masky ❤ (2:21): how many is too many cookies for a snack?  Masky ❤ (2:26): ...six is probably too many, right?  Masky ❤ (3:47): Y/N! WHAT THE FUCK

You find the initial messages adorable, and you’re honestly grateful for them. It was nice to know what Tim was thinking and how things were going. Until you reached the final message, of course. You knew everything was probably okay, but seeing Tim suddenly shouting your name and cursing before going radio silent was unnerving. 

You made your way home as quickly as you legally could, and pushed past your front door. 

“Tim?” 

Your living room was littered with colored on printer paper and scattered crayons. Two plates, abandoned since lunch. And of course, your boyfriend, sitting on the couch and cradling your child as he slept. 

“Tim?” You called out again, confused. “What’s happening?” 

“He... Called me dad. Earlier.”

“He did? Oh gosh- I’m sorry-”

“Y/N.” Tim says seriously, cutting off your apology, his eyes dark. “I would kill for this child.”

“Thank you. Please don’t.” 

[scary-lasagna]

Trust || Part IX

" 'Masky' stayed silent, keeping his arms crossed. "Do you think he'll wake up soon?" You added, glancing at the brunette beside you.

The masked man stared down at his friend, and then at [Y/N]'s desperate eyes. How had they fallen in love with Hoodie? He kept telling his friend that he had no chance, but Hoodie never gave up on them. They deserve love together.

"I hope so." "

Yandere!Hoodie/Brian x Reader

* * *

Masky left shortly after those words he spoke to you, and left some pill bottles on the counter for if...no, when Hoodie wakes up.

You saw him out of the cellar from politeness and gratitude for not separating you from your lifeline. But you didn't bother watching him leave, you wanted to get back to Hoodie and make sure he was still breathing.

But upon walking back in his room, you screamed.

It was humanoid, obviously, but the bastard creature was nearly 8 feet tall and had to bend to fit under the ceiling. It was towering right over Hoodie.

You sprinted into your room across, not caring that your head didn't feel like exploding yet, and by doing so you're at at risk of cornering yourself. You were too busy assembling your homemade shank. Not that this will do anything against the faceless man, but it might give him a notion to leave.

If he killed Hoodie, you had nothing to lose.

You ran back into the room, only to immediately collapse from the sudden pressure on your brain. Every time you tried to look at it, your head was forced back down towards the cement.

"Just leave him alone!" You yelled, grasping at the crown of your head, like any counter-pressure would make this hell stop.

The ringing in your ears only grew intense over the sound of footsteps approaching. 

You could only scream in desperate pain as a cold hand palmed your forehead.

* * *

You were awoken by the sound of aggressive coughing, and the cool hand of Hoodie's being ripped away from you. Hoodie sat up, pulling the hem over his shirt to cough into the fabric. But you still noticed the old brown blood staining his murky gray t-shirt. It must've been a dream.

"Hoodie?" You grasped his bare arm, looking up at him. His movements looked a little too sharp to belong to the man you loved. 

He took deep breaths in, staring intently at the scratchy blanket that still covered his legs.

"What?" It didn't sound like a responsive kind of what, it was a confused tone. "No, I don't want it, I'm hot."

You almost felt like crying. You were supposed to feel grateful that Brian has finally decided to return. But you couldn't. You couldn't feel grateful that you just lost someone else that you loved. 

Again.

"[Y/N], where are we?" Brian's hazel eyes met yours. He probably thought you two got drunk and passed out in a hotel or something. 

You managed a sarcastic chuckle, standing up and rubbing your stiff face, "This can't be fucking happening."

Brian felt the familar hunger, the thirst, and glitchy memory he's felt so many times before.

After a few moments of silence that felt like hours, Brian spoke up, "Did it happen?"

You nodded, biting your quivering lip. Not that he'd any tear with your back turned to him. But you knew if you started crying again, you wouldn't be able to stop.

"[Y/N], I'm sorry. I-I should've told you about everything. How dangerous he is, and his...obsession. I thought I could hold him off with Tim's pills, but then he started hiding them and I ran out." Brian stood up, using the old nightstand as support for his weak muscles.

You dragged your hands down your face, allowing them to hang limp by your side. "He didn't hurt you, right?"

"No.." You whispered, turning towards Brian. He blinked a few times, probably out of shock from the state of you. Your eyes were swollen from all of the crying, your lips were disgustingly chapped, and your skin was pale from the lack of sunlight and nutrients.

You didn't look the best, to say the least.

"Oh my god, [Y/N]." Brian walked over to you, placing his hands on each side of your face. It's the same face you've stared at for the past three days, but it somehow just looked unfamiliar. "C'mon, I'll get you out of here." His thumbs stroked your pale cheekbones, waiting for any type of response.

"How long has Hoodie been there?"

Brian blinked, his thick eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

"How long has he been a part of you?" You finally looked up from his blood-stained chest and into his golden eyes.

"...A long time. He's been coming around more frequently after I met you. I don't know how much time we've lost together because of him. Days, weeks, months, even." His hands traveled down to your arms, rubbing them soothingly.

"I'll stay here." You walked past him, crossing your arms over your chest as you walked to the kitchen.

"What?" Brian was quick to follow at your heels. "What do you mean you're staying?"

"I promised Hoodie I wouldn't leave him."

Brian stood at the entrance of the kitchen, searching your body for some sign of a joke. He stayed silent, and you just wished he would leave, or let Hoodie come back, or something that wouldn't make this situation worse than it already is.

You took out a saran-wrapped sandwich you put in this morning, not having the courage to eat the rest of it after one bite. You shoved it into Brian's chest, along with two water bottles, "That'll help you for the road."

"You really think I'm leaving you here by yourself?" He discarded the food and water on the chipped counter and stared at you. "[Y/N], I love you. I'm not just going to leave you here for someone dangerous to find you and hurt you. Just...c'mon. I'll take you home." 

You turned, meeting his eyes for a brief second and then looking at his beckoning outstretched hand.

"Goodbye, Brian." You turned, pretending to busy yourself with gathering empty pills bottles Tim left over the last time he left. 

Maybe you were still dreaming. But would you really prefer Hoodie still in a coma in comparison to this?

The ringing in your ears started up again, but it felt less aggressive, still prominent, yet it felt more comforting.

You turned towards the creature looming around the corner of the door frame. You were able to get a good look at it, watching as it craned it's neck to examine you.

"What do you want from me?" You hissed, scanning over it's faceless features.

You stared until your eyes burned, and your body forced down your eyelids.

But it was gone. There was nothing there.

Just like Hoodie.