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thornsandtulips · 12 days

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I see Marble Hornets and humbly ask for Masky, yandere or the nsfw alphabet whichever one you feel more comfortable writing I will graciously accept pleaseeeee!!!

Now usually I’ll do one or the other, but I’m a big fan of Masky/Tim. So I’m gonna do yandere this time since there’s not a lot of that. This will follow a bit under the Slenderverse ( marble hornets ) version of Masky and not too much into the Creepypasta Masky version. I’ll be picking some stuff out of both overall, but mostly leaning toward Marble hornets. Thank you sm for requesting! - Tulips

Warnings :, slight dub-con( if you squint) , captivity , Stockholm syndrome, restraints, murder, stalking, minors do not interact

Masky/Tim Wright Yandere A-Z

YANDERE A-Z first

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Masky and Tim equally don’t know how to show affection properly, so when it’s shown, it’s very very intense.

Masky mostly has a hard time emotionally speaking on his love towards you. You’ll mostly have physical contact from him. ( him holding you down and not letting you go)

Tim is the opposite side of the coin. He’s a bit awkward when it comes to showing physical affection, but he tries his best to show his love to you verbally.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Masky has no problem with spilling blood if it means you stay with him forever. He’ll kill anyone that gets in his way from his goal, you.

Tim isn’t much for killing, he’s the type to not do it unless it’s a necessary action. I.e. self defense.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

I’ve seen a lot of fanfics where Masky is kind and caring. That’s not it here I’m sorry.

Masky is definitely the type to belittle and mock you while you are under his care. If you can call it that

Masky is more ruthless than most think. He will tie you down if need be. He doesn’t want you trying to run away from the cabin he’s hid you in.

If you are a fighter, he takes his time with you. He will knock you over and make you struggle to try and get up. He will force you to look at him whenever just to show you he is in control.

Tim isn’t going to mock you, in fact he feels a lot of guilt abducting you. He definitely tries to make up for the time his other side kicks in. He has little to no memory when Masky is in control, he only knows what happens when you tell him, or when Brian tells him.

Either way, Tim feels a lot of remorse for your situation, but it’s not like he’s going to up and let you go.

He secretly likes that you’re stuck with him, he’ll blame Masky for everything that goes wrong, but it’s not like he’s going to do anything about it.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Masky will take out any of his pent up frustration onto you ( sexually mostly) that or he’ll pull your hair just to make you tear up.

Tim does his best to respect any boundaries you set. The only one that he tends to cross is whenever he wants to hold you in his arms. This burly man just wants to feel you in his arms , and he can’t help himself.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Masky bares nothing to his love. He’s not even emotionally in check with himself, how would he be able to be open with his victim partner?

Tim has a lot of trouble opening up to his love, but all it takes is one time for him to tearfully open up about

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Masky can and will rock your shit if you tried to fight him. He does not care one bit if you get knocked out or have a concussion after this match, this man fights to win.

Tim doesn’t want to deal with any fighting , the most he’ll do is to try and stop you from hitting him. He’ll grab your wrists or ankles to stop him from hitting or kicking him. A frown would be very apparent on his face as he’s asking you to stop trying to hurt him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This isn’t a game to either of them. Both just want you to accept their love. Tim just wants you to accept their love and accept him as who he is while Masky doesn’t care if you love him or not, he just wants control over you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Masky will put you through hell a lot. The most specific time where life was made a living hell for you was when you tried to run away. You got a good bit away from the cabin, but got envitably lost in the woods.

It wasn’t until you bumped into Brian, who picked you up and dragged you back to Masky.

Once Masky came back to the cabin after trying to find you, he waited for Brian to leave before dragging you to the back room.

He’d strip you down and put a chain around your ankle tightly. Letting you have just amount of length from the chain to roam around the empty room and to the bathroom.

He’d leave you in that dark back room to starve for a few days. It won’t be until the 3rd day that he lets you out, waiting for you to beg for food. Masky is petty enough to probably eat food in front of you just to make you angry. Of course once you apologize for running away and swearing to stay by his side will he finally give you food and unchain you.

Tim’s worst moment is when you tell him you hate him for the first time. He’d react negatively, not knowing what to say, he’ll just avoid you because he can’t handle the idea of you hating him.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Neither of them truly have an idea for the future, given their current position with the operator /slenderman, the future isn’t really guaranteed. Tim wants to atleast one day have a family with you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Masky definitely gets jealous, he tends to take out his jealousy onto you physically though.

Tim doesn’t take his jealousy onto you physically, he will get pouty and demand for reassurance that you love and need him.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Masky is very cruel with his darling, his kisses are rough and feral. He doesn’t give you time to breathe and he doesn’t let you try to pull away either.

Tim wants you to feel safe and comfortable with him. He wants you to want to kiss him. His kisses are gentle and warm. His lips taste like smoke and coffee

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Masky doesn’t really court, he just hunts

Tim is more courting, he’s just awkward about it. He’d start by watching your routine, seeing what you like and dislike. He wants you to see him as the perfect suitor for you. He’ll try to bump into you at a coffee shop or a store you like.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

They’re both the same around everyone else for the most part, except their affections are only for you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Masky will full on throw hands with you or isolate you.

Tim will scold you and at very very worse maybe lock you in both of y’all’s room if you’re acting up.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Masky will take away a lot of rights from you. This man is all about having power over you. So little freedoms like walking around the cabin freely or maybe going outside even takes a lot of time to be given those rights back.

Tim doesn’t like taking rights away, but if you push him, you’ll lose a lot of rights . He’ll sorta gaslight you into understanding why your rights are being taken away for your own good.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Masky has little to no patience. He’s not the soundest of men. He will snap and blow up on you if you act up.

Tim is more patient depending on his headspace. If he’s in a bad mood, he’s very short and snappy with you. If he’s in a good mood, he’s much more patient and understanding with you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Masky will move on easily since he’s not really emotionally attached to you. Now if you ran away, he’d take pleasure in hunting you down. Just expect to be heavily punished when he enviably catches you.

Tim will not move on from you ever. He loves you and will blame himself if you die. If you run away, he’ll panic and call Brian for help in catching you. The imagine of these two men hunting you down can be very terrifying or very hot if you’re into a good chase.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Tim is the only one who feels regret. There would only be one time where his judgment would lapse and he would consider letting you go, but he’s quick to come to his senses and get rid of that option.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Definitely his upbringing, but definitely post Marble hornets can play a part in his fear of losing someone. So the fear of losing you could push him to abduct you. He just wants to protect you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Masky couldn’t care less. He won’t let you have any ounce of control when it comes to isolating yourself from him. He’ll tie you down before letting you get away with ignoring him. He enjoys hearing you scream and seeing you cry, he loves seeing your reactions.

Tim’s heart breaks a little anytime he sees you cry. He doesn’t like seeing you suffer any way, especially when he knows he’s playing a role in your suffering.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Masky is incapable of being a classic yandere. He doesn’t love you, he’s obsessed with you and wants to have control over you. He will kill anything you love just to have you.

Tim isn’t delusional, he knows what he’s doing is wrong, he just wants you reciprocate his feelings.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Tim’s weakness is his guilt over having you captive here and because he’s opened up about his past regrets ( Jay’s death) if you exploit that , there’s a slim chance where he’d let you have the option to go. Of course; he’ll instantly regret giving you that choice and try to take it back. If you run away before he does change his mind, that’s your free ticket out.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Masky would 100% hurt you just to make you scared. He wants to display that he is stronger and faster than you.

Tim will never willingly hurt you, he adores you too much to wish any sort of harm onto you. He tends to try and clean up any wounds you’d have after interacting with Masky.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Masky doesn’t care about winning you over, he just wants you to fear him and let him have control over you.

Tim will try to win over your heart over and over again. He wants you to willingly be with him, and will actively try to show you that being with him is the best way.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Both don’t take too long to pine after you. The part before they’d snap is longer solely because they’re spending time stalking you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Masky will 100% break you if you push him too hard. He wants full control over you.

Tim will definitely not want to break you, he wants you to love him willingly

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dearestones · 3 months

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In the Middle (Yandere! Brian Thomas x Reader x Yandere! Tim Wright)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, creepy behavior/invasion of personal space, etc.

Anonymous Request: Hiya Devin. Could I request a yandere Tim and Brian from Marble Hornets with a darling that is best friends with Alex please?

“Hey, you two!” You beamed at Tim and Brian as you walked in through the doorway, a skip in your step and a gleam in your eyes. You had just come in from a statistics exam, and while you did not study as thoroughly as you hoped, the test was easier than you had thought. “Have you seen Alex?”

Nerves still thrumming in excitement, you had decided that you wanted to celebrate despite not knowing what your grade was. If you celebrated now, you wouldn’t have to mourn later when you found that your test was marked in red to hell and back. And if it did turn out that you had passed—and with a high score—then you could go out and party all you liked! That meant twice the happiness and twice the fun!

And you knew who you would have liked to hang out with most.

Alex and his girlfriend Amy.

You had met Alex one day while you were walking around the campus without a care in the world. You don’t quite remember why you decided to walk around the hallways, but you glad you did. You happened across a group of students auditioning for a new short film (Marble Hornets, you think it was called) and had ended up watching some of it unfold.

In the midst of the auditions (well, there were only two auditions), you observed how the student filmmaker handled directing and talking to the somewhat shy student who continuously referred back to the script. It was cute and heartwarming, it made you remember that humanity was not always cruel or cold when it mattered most. As soon as the student auditions were over (again, it didn’t take long because… again… only two people came to audition), that’s when you got to know THE Alex Kralie.

You had heard of him in passing. He wasn’t one of the more popular students on campus, but those who frequented the filmography classes and were close to film majors all knew about him. He was an aspiring filmmaker, wide eyed and innocent, and wanting to be as great as Tarantino, Spielberg, or even Hitchcock! Normally, you wouldn’t have thought about talking to him, much less becoming friends, but this was different.

You were intrigued.

The way Alex handled Tim’s more than apparent shyness and worked with Brian’s inherent charm, it was like watching a master at work. Yes, you knew that Alex’s scripts left a lot to be desired and you bore witness to Seth’s and Jay’s attempts to subtly edit the script and the direction before Alex could catch on, but you could not deny that the film—at its core—had its charms.

It would be pretentious, for sure, but what student filmmaker out there didn’t create a movie that wasn’t a little bit pretentious?

Aside from the filmmaking, you also realized that Alex was such a great softy at heart as well! He had a wonderful golden retriever named Rocky, a big fluffy furball who was always eager to leap and kiss you with his long, slobbery tongue. You were charmed when you met the beast, but you were instantly enchanted when you met Amy.

She was beautiful and kind: the entire package that any man could have killed for.

And what better way to realize just how good of a guy Alex was than the quality of his girlfriend? Both of them were great people, creative and mischievous at heart. There were moments when you felt like you were intruding in their personal space, but they always had time for you to hang out and talk about the mundane (school) to the coolest things (Alex’s propensity to make a trainwreck of a film without making too many references to edgy movies) .

You were also great friends with the rest of the group! Sarah always had a quip ready on her lips—she always tried to clean up the scripts so that her “acting” would look more natural but alas. Alex would have none of that.

The cameraman, Seth, was quiet, but he also had a cute dog that liked to play with Rocky whenever he would bring his own little pup along to shoots.

Jay, the script supervisor… was a bit of an oddball. He knew that Alex’s script wasn’t the best thing in the world, but he didn’t try to change it too much even if he technically held more power than most of the other crew members and could have easily convinced Alex to tighten and make things more clear if he so wished. He didn’t look like a pushover, so you could only assume that he saw something worth saving in Alex’s vision… which was weird, to say the least, but nothing too concerning.

And finally…

The two main actors who elevated the production from campy to… somewhat emotional and grounded.

Both Brian and Tim were great friends who must have met a bit before the Marble Hornets’ auditions. While they seemed to look like polar opposites (Tim was reserved and snarky while Brian was all smiles and jokes). The both of them had never really acted before, but you wouldn’t have realized that from the few scenes that you managed to watch over Seth’s shoulder as he edited some of the footage to fit Alex’s picky directions.

They bounced off each other well and often hung out together. In fact, while you rarely saw Alex, it was more likely that you’ve seen Brian on campus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a psychology major, but he was a social butterfly. Every time you happened to go out to a party or ate in the cafeteria, you always saw him hanging around a group of people. No matter what, he was always surrounded with laughter and smiles.

Tim, on the other hand, wasn’t as well liked as his peers. That isn’t to say that he was a horrible person, but compared to Brian he was a wallflower who wilted if more than two people looked his way. Up until a few weeks ago, you wondered how Brian convinced Tim to audition before Alex had told you that it was him who gave him the opportunity.

Again, you were floored by how kind and giving Alex was.

Amy was a lucky girl.

“Alex?” Brian looked up at you, an easygoing smile on his handsome features that was somewhat marred by the strange look in his eyes. Honestly, you didn’t pay too much attention to Brian (you were actually really interested in the behind the scenes crew, much to Alex’s and Seth’s delight), but now that you were here… His eyes seemed a little too hard, like an uncut gem that had yet to be polished to gleam. “What do you need him for?”

Beside Brian, Tim paused in the middle of tuning his guitar, his strong, sturdy fingers resting along the strings. Despite him staring at his lap, you could see that his knuckles were a stark white compared to the rest of his skin. He wasn’t tanned, but he was not as pale as Alex or Brian.

Tension lined Tim’s shoulders—had he stopped breathing for a moment?—before he seemingly forced himself to relax.

“Oh, ummm…” You rocked a little on your heels, not willing to divulge your excitement to them. Yes, you were proud of it, but in front of two up and coming actors like these guys? Telling people you actually trusted like Alex and Amy was something to be expected and encouraged! You loved them dearly and you knew that even if it turned out you failed, they would be the first in line to pick up a tub of your favorite ice cream and make you a filling homemade meal to drown out your sorrows.

But telling Brian and Tim?

Yeah, you knew them, but you didn’t know them.

You felt a little awkward waffling in between your decisions, so you decided not to tell them the full truth. It’s not like you needed to tell them anything.

You just wanted to know where Alex was.

“Not important. I figured he’d be here since I think he said that he wanted to go over some lines with the both of you but since I don’t see him—”

You made as if to leave, but before you could—

Brian hopped up from the couch and strode towards you, that easygoing smile on his face causing your stomach to churn and your palms to sweat. There was something… There was something about this situation and you were just now picking up on it. Before you could make an excuse or make a break for it, one of Brian’s arms draped itself over your shoulders before he began guiding—shoving—you towards the couch.

The thing is, instead of forcing you to sit at a comfortable distance so that you were on one side of the couch, you found yourself squished in between Tim, who was now staring at you with a startled, but satisfied look in his eyes, and Brian, who continued to leave his arms on your shoulders. In between the both of them, you felt yourself grow irritated and antsy—it was much to warm in between them! And it felt like you were suffocating from their presence alone.

Squished as you were, you were keenly aware of how Tim’s thigh was pressed up against yours, while Brian leaned in closer, almost as if he couldn’t get enough of your presence.

“Why leave? Who knows, Alex might drop by…”

“Soon?”

Perhaps it was the hope evident in your tone, but you found that Brian was gripping you tighter now and even Tim looked a little less… meek.

What was going on? Alex had never indicated that either of his actors were people to look out for. In fact, he spoke highly of them. There had been times when he would complain that they were trying to 'sabotage' his work, being too picky and highly critical of the delivery of some of their lines, and so on. For the most part, you tried to stay out of the drama, but even you knew that Alex wasn't a saint either.

Actually, for the past few weeks... He had been acting weird.

A little standoffish. A little cold.

There was something off about him, but you assumed that it was the stress from trying to juggle his passion with a parttime job and school.

The thing was, Alex being weird could be easily explained.

This... Whatever was happening with Tim and Brian could not.

"Stay a little bit."

Tim glanced at you, his southern accent a little thicker than usual. Carefully, he placed his guitar onto the floor, so that all of his attention was focused solely on you. His dark brown eyes bore into yours and you felt your mouth felt dry.

Alex had been acting weird. Erratic.

This...

Whatever Tim and Brian were up to, you wanted no part in it.

"Ha ha ha." You tried wriggling away, even pushing against the couch so that you could gain leverage, but Brian’s arm would not budge and even Tim’s fingers—the same fingers that had been lackadaisical in plucking his guitar strings— were inching closer towards your arm.

You were trapped.

“Guys, this isn’t funny anymore.” Actually, it hadn’t been funny in the first place. “Come on. Alex isn’t here, so I’ll just leave, okay?”

You were facing Brian at that point, foolishly thinking that since he had been the more outspoken of the two would also correlate to him also being the more dangerous one, but you were mistaken. No sooner did you try reasoning with Brian did Tim lean over your shoulder, his warm breath heavy and hot against the sensitive skin of your throat. His scent enveloped, cloying and almost mesmerizing as you tried to lean away from his intrusion. However, that only led to you unconsciously leaning into Brian.

This situation was confusing. Terrifying.

You didn’t want to get violent, to hurt someone you barely knew, but at the same time, you didn’t like where this was heading.

Already, Tim was hugging you from behind, his thick, muscled arms holding you in pace as he nuzzled the area in between your shoulder blades. Meanwhile, Brian simply leaned back and gestured for you to follow suit. Did he seriously expect you to follow him, so that he could… What? Hold you close to his chest? So that you would be sandwiched in between them?

“Stop. I said stop!”

With strength that you either did not know you had or had been reserving for moments of crisis, you ripped yourself away from Tim’s hold and nearly tripped over yourself as you headed towards the door. Behind you, you could hear both of the young men clamber to their feet, their shoes thudding ominously on the floor.

It didn’t matter to you.

You were going to leave.

You were going to talk to Alex and then—

“Oh, hey.” Alex tiredly wiped a hand down his face, his hazel eyes taking in your harried appearance in a mixture of concern and bemusement before his eyes trailed behind you, presumably observing Tim and Brian stopping only a few steps away. “Um…”

Choosing not to wait for Alex’s inquiries, you took hold of his wrist and began dragging him out of the apartment, making sure that the door was shut behind you.

“We… we need to talk. About them.” You continued to haul him by the wrist. “Please.”

And Alex, kind and generous Alex, simply nodded at you. “Alright then. Hit me.”

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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spinechilling-gnocchi · 2 years

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pls more proxy yonder headcanons,,,,maybe even an imagine/oneshot:))

Sorry! I'm not the mental place to write full length stories. I'm happy to do headcanons though! ^^

Masky/Tim Masky isn't very different as a yandere, actually. He's still very violent and has a short temper. That being said, Masky is super different from Tim, although those differences dimish when they're yanderes. Tim is definitely a lot nicer, softer, and sweeter with you. Masky will fuck you up with barely any provocation, and Tim will be there to clean your wounds and calm you down, to give you some water and dry your tears. But if you fight him? If you refuse his kindness? Well, he'll get mad. And all those nice things will be stripped away, leaving you chained in a dark, cold room, bruised and bloody.

Hoodie/Brian Brian really doesn't want to hurt you. And he won't! He'll leave that to Hoodie. Brian will be the voice of reason, just trying to convice you to give up, to stop fighting. It's not worth it, dear. You'll just get hurt, you'll just make everyone upset, please just listen to him. He fully manipulates and takes advantage of you, and he won't care, because, in the end, you'll love him! And that will make anything worth it. Hoodie, however, prefers beatings to keep you in line. He'll use whatever he can find, be that brick, metal, or just his hands. He just wants your love! Refuse it, and there will be consequences.

Toby Congratulations, I saved the worst for last! Toby has huge mood swings. One minute he’ll be cuddling up to you, and the next his blades are ripping through your flesh. But don't worry! I'm sure he'll do it less if you're obedient. At least a little less. When he's in a good mood, he's the sweetest! Maybe too sweet. No, you need him. After all, no one else will love you. He's the only one. And you love him too, don't you?! But when he's in a bad mood…look out. Every little thing will set him off, prompting him to rip into your skin. Sometimes he just claws chunks of flesh out with his nails, and laughs when you cry.

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macabrelinguine · 1 year

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Yandere masky/tim?? 👀

Thanks anon, he’s one of my favs :)

Yandere Masky and Tim are different from each other, being different people. But no one is more different than Tim and Yandere Tim

As his partner, he’ll be so soft with you, letting you see all the sides to him no one else cares to notice. He’s kind, considerate, sweet. Yandere Tim? The worst, most manipulative, harsh, dangerous person you’ll ever have the misfortune to call yours. Masky will be more reserved and quiet, letting you figure things out. He, while still dangerous, is the safer option.

Tim is loud, he’ll use his voice along with his fists as a weapon. He’ll scream at you until you’re curled up in a corner and crying, yelling about how he does so much for you, why are you like this?! Then he’ll sneer, and walk out the door, staying away for a couple hours, leaving you alone. Which can be worse, just you and your thoughts, trying to find some way, ANY way, out of this nightmare that has become your life. But there’s no way out, and Tim knows it. And if you try and find one, you might have to say goodbye to your legs.

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chitteringcicadaeyes · 2 months

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ooga booga

(click for better quality idk why tumblr blurs my art so bad help)

#fan art #digital art #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #the boy 2016 #slashers #male yandere #yandere #slasher movies #shouts out to the anon who asked for more brahms #if u get the references you slay #tim wright #btw take the comic as platonic or romantic as u want #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader

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scary-lasagna · 4 months

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Hello, my friend! Hope you have a good day, just wanted to know if i could ask for a scenario for some yanderes (proxies or ej) with an s/o that has...wings..like angel wings and she can actually fly like birds. IDK it came in my mind and it just seemed..cool? Anyway you're writing is amaizing. Keep it up 🤍

Please ignore if you don't want to tho. (excuse my english also)

Yan!Masky

His precious little angel.

However, this one will not be flying anytime soon.

With satin rope, your wings burned greatly with the pressure of your shoulder blades scraping together.

No, no. Because if you flew away, he would never be able to catch you again.

But maybe one day, you hoped quietly. Maybe one day he would let you go. Your wings were yet to be clipped, so that glimmer of hope will always be with you.

You weren't sure who he was, or what you did to deserve this, but you were only thankful he hadn't killed you yet.

He barely talked, only grunted whenever you slipped out of place, followed by rough grasps and dragging you to where he wanted you to be.

And your living conditions could be worse, instead of an old creepy, and damp basement, you were allowed to stay in what looked to be a living room.

The wood planks lining the floor and walls of the tiny cabin, more so of a shack, looked too old to breathe the wrong way. But even being aged with time, they did their job protecting you against the elements while the masked man was away. The only furniture was a a beaten couch with a sheet thrown over it, and a worn-down chair that he sat in.

The satin rope didn't leave welts on your skin, and thankfully he was kind enough not to change them. But still, your beauty had been tampered by your tears, and the masked man was not happy with you for it.

Your wings were tied, and your hands held firmly behind your back with the same ribbon, the rope connected to your feet, and completed in a pretty white bow.

He never hurt you on purpose, but you suspected he simply needed company. Deep down, you had a feeling you'd die in here. If one day he left, and never returned, there was no hope to escape this place, and he knew it. Even if you managed a way out, the only way out of the forest is miles upon miles of walking considering your wings were bound.

The door clicked, and you were met with his icy stare. No hi nor hello as he approached you, kneeling

Masky had no heart to be mean to you, not after you've been so good for him.

"Good evening," You managed a smile. He nodded in response, and placed a gentle pair of knuckles on your chilled cheek marked with tear stains. He used the same hand to pull a can of ravioli out of his cargo jacket.

How nice of him. You thanked him and placed a kiss on the nose of the mask. He seemed satisfied and left to heat your can of pasta on the gas stove.

Maybe one day...

#yandere x reader #yandere #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #creepypasta x reader #yandere creepypasta #masky x reader #yandere masky #tim wright

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icyblogs · 11 months

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ft. yanderes x fem! reader

cw: obsessive themes, implied murder, implied stalking, uh idk slight NSFW mention a lil bit of self care. wc: 837

author's note: hello this is my first drabble? post? ahem yeah. can realistically be anyone, as no names are specifically mentioned, but i like to think that it's a pair of no good doers from marble hornets + plus a certain lanky man w/ a pair of hatchets.

Thinking about a crybaby reader. One who tries their damnest to be strong- to put up a strong front but once the tears start, they seldom stop.

Thinking about being easily manipulated while you’re like that. A sweet little bunny, staring at them wide eyed as your friends are murdered helplessly in front of you. Thrashing all you want to try and stop it from happening- but in the end, you’re just too weak. Too.. susceptible. It’s truly a shame how easily someone could take advantage of you.

Thinking about them taking advantage of you when you were in a situation you didn’t even realize you were apart of. Of course you didn’t realize that your old friend roped you into a world that you should’ve never been apart of. But alas, your friend had dug too deep into the myths, wandered a little too far into the forests; it was only a matter of time before her and all of her friends, old and new were stalked looked after. Including you of course!

Started off as a simple inquiry into your life- to make sure you didn’t know anything about them. You didn’t, that much was clear but soon they knew all about you. And well, you…you were quite charming. You were a homebody that much was clear- never straying too far from home unless needed. You lived in a cozy apartment- really it was such an adorable place- with all your mugs matching your personality effortlessly- or the books splayed out along your bookshelves that you barely touched. Maybe it was the simplicity of it all- the blankets sprawled out on the couches, clearly in constant use. Or maybe it was your cute little laptop that you always kept on your desk, adorned with characters from media you deemed worthy of blessing the device. It was easy to tell you had a type!

You were so insecure, for lack of a better term, in the way you presented yourself whenever you went outside. Wearing shirts and sweatshirts that were always one or two sizes too big for you- effectively hiding your curves from all who could see you. Tennis shoes on the daily- hair lazily brushed or thrown back into a ponytail. It was .. interesting to see you like this whenever you went out- clearly not dressing to impress anyone rather than yourself and your comfort.

Yet you still caught someone’s eye. Hm. A friend of a friend whom you met at a party. You guys were at a party.. of sorts and hit it off with some mild persuading from your friends. It was easy to tel that it was one of your first relationships and you hung to every word from him- and you guys went on for quite a few months. It was almost humorous watching you follow him around like a lost puppy- and yet a tug in their hearts happened when he broke up with you.

You poor poor thing, all because you didn’t want to warm his bed, so to speak. It’s a shame really- it’s just so sad- you didn’t even realize it wasn’t him that sent a message for you to come over to his place only to find out he was fucking another girl. )= Ah such a shame you had to find out that way.. but it was worth all the videos of your heartbroken expressions!

Thinking about a heartbroken reader. Such a poor thing, resorting to hiding within your shell and barely going outside even more so than usual. Stressing baking and cooking- Your cookies were definitely the best you’ve baked so far! And you even kept them in this cute little cookie jar.. really it was adorable. Resorting to playing little cute video games by yourself or delving into reading to take your mind off of.. him.. and of course not to mention when your hand wanders into your cute little panties to try and get yourself off. Always late at night when you think no one is watching, curtains absentmindedly open- because who would be able to see you on the third floor? Always unsatisfied, even when your fingers find themselves wandering down into your underwear- desperately trying to get yourself off. You never are able to of course, your inexperience shining through, clear as day, the dull pleasure there but never able to peak.

Thinking about a reader who thinks that there is no one out there for her. That she is just not.. right for love. That no one finds her attractive- or worthy for that matter of actually , well, liking her. Alas, time goes on- Time eventually heals as a year passes. Trying to break out of your self imposed shell, you reconnect with old friends- and of course one conveniently going out of her way to make sure you’re going with them for a cute little vacation in the woods for a Halloween get together. Because you guys are such close friends, of course you had to go! And despite every warning bell telling you not to, you accept the offer.

#masky marble hornets #hoodie x reader #masky x reader #hoodie marble hornets #tim wright #brian thomas #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #yandere #yandere creepypasta #yandere hoodie #yandere masky

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 years

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Ok, we know that all creeps in yandere mode are absolute run for your life, but-

In your opinion, who would be the MOST UNSTABLE AND DANGEROUS creep yanderes?

(because I mean, I don't think you compare the danger level of a yandere hobo to a yandere EJ)

I went ahead and did this assuming Y/N is compliant and allowing them to be affectionate, as I think they all have some level of breaking point if Y/N completely constantly resists

Added notes for reasoning

Most dangerous if compliant

Jeff (MASSIVE mood swings and an aptitude for violence and beatings even if you're compliant, takes out his anger on you, these lessen over time)

Toby (Has a HUGE thing for causing pain and biting and blood, causing you injury and breaking your bones is a frequent punishment regardless)

Eyeless Jack (Gets hungry and bitey, but he does take proper medical care of you and doesn't mean it out of anger, but rather hunger and instinct)

Splendor/Candy Pop (Their dark sides are a nuisance at the best of times, watch yourself for your own safety)

Masky (Like Toby, enjoys causing you pain, but isn't out all that often)

Jason (Massive paranoia and fear that you'll betray him can cause some violence, will get nicer over time and move lower)

Dr. Smiley (Not bad in general, but will end up using drugs to his advantage on you if you begin rebelling against him again)

Natalie/Nina (Doesn't mean to cause direct harm if you're compliant, just gets over excited and rough sometimes, causing harm on accident)

Puppeteer (Slight mood swings at first, gets better over time, causes accidental harm in manic or angry mood swing)

Slender/Zalgo (What I would call middle ground, both are eager to have you accepting your place, both will shoot straight to the top of the list with violence and punishment if you disobey them. They balance based on you)

Liu (If you're compliant, he will still tease you and test you, but he's generally happy so long as your attention remains on him)

Sully (Easier on you than Liu, but sometimes he slips up and gets violent, massively caters to you and spoils you after any fuck ups)

BEN (Doesn't like causing harm so affection is key, but he might get moody and punish you over something stupid like not giving quite enough attention)

Jane (So long as you can be a nice little doll, unlikely she'll harm you)

Offenderman/Trender (Quite honestly just happy to have your affection, get a bit overbearing)

Kate (Gets so relaxed with you sometimes you let your guard completely slip, but her guard is always up)

Hoodie (Gets a lot more lenient and less threatening when you're complient, mainly lets Brian take over)

Tim (Content with affection, but he keeps a tight leash)

Laughing Jack (Completely content with affection)

Helen (Doesn't even like harming you in general, extremely subservient towards you as he views you as better than him)

Hobo/Brian (Giving them constant affection halts any of their possibly dangerous habits)

Least dangerous if compliant

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astupidweeb69 · 2 years

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Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 3

Next chapters: Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 & Part 7

Previous chapters: Part 1, Part 2

Author’s Note: So I’m getting more Creepypastas into the mix. It couldn’t be complete without having the OG proxy trio, so Masky and Hoodie have entered the chat. I'm aware they aren't technically proxies, but I'm basing this off their fandom characters I grew up on. I'm also planning on adding more characters in later chapters.

This is my first attempt at writing an action scene in a while. Hopefully this chapter came out okay lol.

Cross-posted on my Ao3 account which I update quicker.

Warnings: Swearing, some brief sexual content in the beginning (nothing explicit), Toby being a horny gremlin, actual murder, canon-typical violence. (3,157 words).

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“Toby.”

He heard his name being called out. The voice unmistakable.

He stood motionless watching, almost paralyzed.

Afraid that moving even an inch would somehow make everything disappear.

There you lay sprawled out on his bed.

His heart pounded in his throat.

“Toby, please,” You sounded desperate. Your eyes lidded, gripping his bedsheets.

Was this really happening?

“Come here”

It was almost a whisper. Breathy and wanting.

He moved like a man possessed at the command.

He was at the side of the bed now. Gazing down at you, like you were a piece of art, something he wasn’t allowed to touch.

Your body almost trembling. You reached out a hand, lightly tugging down on his shirt.

His mouth went dry.

Eyes connected with each other, neither one daring to look away.

“I want you.”

He was on you in an instant.

Hands exploring every inch of exposed flesh, grabbing onto anything he could, your arms and legs wrapping around his.

His hips bucking into yours, you moaned his name.

He wanted more.

Needed more.

Noses practically touching, looking at each other.

Your breath on his face, lips almost brushing against his own.

Bringing his face forward to close the distance…

“Toby…. WAKE UP!” He stopped, moving away in confusion…

That wasn’t your voice…

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“TOBY! Wake the hell up! We’ve got shit to do!”

Fucking Tim.

Of course, it had been a dream. That’s what it always ended up being.

Any fantasy about a normal life, or anything remotely good happening was just something his mind made up to taunt him.

He groaned, lifting his torso off his dingy twin mattress, trying to blink away his early morning fatigue.

He was staying at the proxy’s central hideout that day, the one Tim and Brian typically called home.

Toby would stay there every now and then when there was a job to do and they needed backup. But normally he stayed in his own small cabin that was closer to town.

He wasn’t as close to the other two as they were to each other. And the young proxy would often get into ‘moods’ that made him more volatile, hence why he required his own place. Tim and Brian welcomed the distance, after one too many times of having to deal with the shitshow that ensued whenever Toby had an episode.

So, he’d use his private space to break or smash things, sometimes to torment some poor sole who’d been unfortunate enough to catch Toby’s eye on a bad day.

But on rare occasions, he’d use the solitude to vent in a journal he kept hidden away. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. He could practically hear Tim teasing him about ‘having a diary’ or some bullshit like that.

There were a lot of things he kept hidden in that cabin, the most recent being the little trinkets he’d snatched from your house. The objects that reminded him of you, that awkward yet somehow sweet person that was the object of his newly found affections.

The person he had finally made his move on.

He’d been planning it for a while, and it completely paid off.

That interaction with you just the other day at the bookstore was something out of a dream. Almost like the one he just had.

Well, not EXACTLY like that, though he wished things could’ve taken a more carnal turn….

Maybe if he had just grabbed you…

Shoved you up against the bookshelf….

You’d gasp…. Maybe say “Toby, what if someone sees?”

Get all flustered as he slowly dragged his tongue up your neck….

It riled him up just picturing it.

But hey, things couldn’t always go the way he wanted. And he had gotten your number at least.

He’d brought out his flip phone for you to enter it into, noticing how you briefly looked confused at his grossly outdated phone. It was a burner. Wasn’t as if someone like him could get the newest iPhone.

As soon as you finished typing, he made you wait as he quickly sent “Hey, it’s Toby :)” to make sure you hadn’t given him a fake number.

If you could be paranoid, so could he.

You’d practically bolted away from him when he was satisfied with the outcome.

He knew he made you nervous.

But so did that handsome gas station worker (not that Toby wanted to think about that guy, he’d gone missing recently anyways, so he no longer mattered).

Therefore, in Toby’s eyes, it was possible you returned his feelings in some way.

You had shivered when he ran his finger across the palm of your hand. A trick he learned to make a handshake, from what he understood, more intimate.

Hopefully you wanted him to touch you more after that.

“What the hell is takin’ so long in there?! We gotta go soon!”

Tim was getting impatient.

Toby stretched out his arms, letting his joints crack and relieve some of the tension in his shoulders. He grabbed his typical work attire, his green striped hoodie, jeans, and hiking boots. Quickly putting them on without a second thought. It was all routine. No need for mirrors. Who was he trying to impress? His victims?

He exited his room, immediately faced with Tim’s scowl as he waited with Brian by the door.

Brian nodded over to the wall where Toby’s goggles, mouthguard, and hatchets hung.

“Grab your tools and let’s go.”

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The walk was silent.

It was still early morning; the sun hadn’t risen yet and being early fall the air was frigid. The woods around them stretched on with seemingly no end. Branches freshly rid of their spring leaves surrounding them like skeletal arms, reaching forward as if trying to grab them with every gust of wind.

It was easy to get lost in the forest, and even easier to lose your nerve at the supernatural aura that permeated the place. It was subtle, yet it creeped up on every normal person who ventured deep enough.

Like a chill slowly sneaking its way through your every bone.

“There’s a group of folks camped out about a mile from us. Nothin’ too complicated, about five people. Thought they would’ve turned ‘round before they came out this far,” Tim looked back at the other two, giving a sly grin. “But I guess luck’s not on their side, they’ve crossed the point of no return.” His inviting southern drawl being betrayed by his words.

Brian gave a curt nod in response. His mask already covering his face, expression unknown.

Toby looked on in amusement. “So, what’s the puh-plan?”

“The standard one. Toby, you throw a hatchet, rush in. I follow close behind, and in the confusion, we try to get rid of as many as we can. And Hoodie stays in the tree lines to pick off anybody who manages to escape.” Tim explained, switching to Brian’s proxy name now that they were officially on the job.

“Sounds guh-good.”

They continued their march towards the unsuspecting campers.

Toby’s hands buried in his pocket, feeling the shape of his phone. He looked down, watching his feet pick up the fall leaves that coated the forest floor.

He wondered if you were doing anything today.

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A shrill scream.

The tearing of flesh.

First kill went to Toby.

Feeling pride as the blade whipped through the air and made contact with the man’s skull. Meaty chunks separating from the head at the sudden intrusion of his hatchet. Legs buckling underneath his body, the man fell forward dead.

Toby rushed into the campsite, unclipping his other hatchet from his belt, and started chasing down the next target.

A woman.

Running, but not very fast.

Long hair fluttered behind her.

Toby grabbed it, pulling her back. She cries out in pain.

Losing her balance, she collapses on the ground, twisting her head up to look at her attacker.

Orange goggles glinting back, he raises his weapon over his head.

She puts her arms out in a pitiful attempt to shield herself.

It doesn't make a difference.

Using the full weight of his upper body, Toby brings down his blade with a sickening crunch.

The woman howls in agony.

Her forearms are almost fully separated from the rest of her body. Barely hanging on by some tendons and parts of bone that haven’t been completely shattered through.

He grunts, using his leg as leverage while he attempts to dislodge his hatchet from the flesh.

He raises the weapon again, bringing it down full force.

Her forearms detach.

The ends of what’s left of her limbs spraying blood everywhere.

Toby feels it paint his face.

The woman gurgles, eyes rolling back into her head.

Toby raises his hatchet again, this time for the final blow.

He feels the familiar feeling of ribs crunching as he caves in her chest cavity.

She stills.

Dead.

Catching his breath, Toby finally lifts his head to see what progress his partners have made.

‘Masky’ as he’s now adorned his porcelain face, is hunched over admiring his handiwork, gripping a large metal pipe. A corpse with its head bashed in. No discernable facial features to be made out. An amalgamation of brain matter smushed and scattered around the ground. Another one of Masky’s kills lay close behind in a similar state.

That’s four down, Toby noted. Scanning his surroundings, letting his heightened senses try to locate the direction of the remaining camper.

A good distance down a hill, he spotted the outline of the last person trying to make a break for it.

The final girl.

He smirked remembering the cliché.

Masky approached Toby, standing next to him as they watched the person stumble their way through different tree roots, frantically smacking away branches that hit their face.

Masky lifted his hand, showing Toby three of his fingers. His eyes wide with manic glee.

“Three… “ He put a finger down.

“Two…” Another.

“One…”

A gunshot echoed in the air.

The figure was violently knocked sideways.

Headshot.

The job was done.

A metallic stench invaded his nose. Toby turned around, getting a better view of their destruction and cruelty on full display.

It was just as intoxicating as it was suffocating.

The aftermath of a proxy’s bloodlust.

It was like a drug.

His hearing was enhanced, eyesight improved, stamina and speed increased. He could even feel his body’s physical strength surpass what he’d been capable of before his change, a strength that was now required of him to finish his 'work'.

He chewed on the left side of his cheek, warm liquid from reopening the horrifying gash flooding his mouth. A habit he picked up whenever his brain started to buzz with thoughts. Not that it mattered, it would heal again. Quicker than it would for a normal person too.

Adding yet another reminder of his lack of humanity.

It was difficult to discern what his true feelings were towards killing. The Operator had a permanent influence on his mind after all.

Toby knew he always had a penchant for violence. An aspect about his personality he bet was the reason his ‘boss’ took an interest in him in the first place.

Still, he wondered if he would do something like this on his own. He could remember his sister, and his mother. They were kind, and in the few memories he had of them he knew he once held the ability to be happy. Calm, even.

It was mostly his dad that had brought about his aggressive behavior, and the few people who bullied him during his short time attending regular schools. He didn’t think that made him a bad person though.

When someone hurts somebody, they typically want to hurt them back, right?

But things were different now. What he’s done to people couldn’t be excused anymore. At least in most eyes.

Although Toby understood how that woman had looked at him, just minutes ago, the downright terror twisting her face, all he could feel was satisfaction and power when he swung down.

And now, he and the rest of the proxies had to deal with the result.

“Toby, you and I will start going through their belongings.” Hoodie called out, emerging from the trees, and joining the other two in the small clearing that was littered with tents, bags, and other miscellaneous items.

“Since when did you start givin’ out orders?” Masky asked, pretending to be offended by his friends’ actions.

Hoodie huffed out a short laugh, “When I decided to.” He walked forward with purpose, adjusting the strap of his gun to his back, and bent down to pick up a satchel.

Toby mimicked his movements, looking for anything that might come in handy.

Masky, however, watched on. He took a seat on a folded-out chair, digging through his pockets for a cigarette, “Well then… anybody wanna give me something to do? Since rank means nothin’ nowadays? Hoodie? Toby? That corpse over there?” He teased.

But there was an underlying danger to his question.

“Yuh-yeah, go fuck yourself.”

Silence.

Toby always had to take the bait.

“The hell you just say to me?”

Toby continued rummaging through a backpack, as if he couldn’t care less about the conflict about to start. Not even bothering to give eye contact.

“Speak up, kid. I think I misheard you.” Masky rose from his seat, “You better hope I did, otherwise you’re a fuckin’ dead man.”

Toby finally glanced over to him, “Dead man? I thought I wuh-was a kid? You sure your memory’s still all there, you old fuck?”

They were at each other’s throats now. Both over six feet tall, but Masky still managed to look down on him. Toby didn’t know why he felt the need to challenge him so much. It was like second nature.

If he had to guess, it was because he couldn’t stand when any guy older than him tried to intimidate or make him feel less than. He just had to fight back.

“Are you guys really going to make me get rid of two more dead bodies?” Hoodie interrupted.

The voice of reason. At least, most of the time. Hoodie could get away with a lot more when it came to Masky. And Toby knew he felt bad for the younger proxy, knowing that Masky liked to take things out on him whenever he wasn’t in control.

Masky grunted, his shoulders relaxing, “Yeah, you’re right. He’s not worth it.”

He took off his mask, looking over at Hoodie with mock sympathy. “We can just send him back to his cabin for twitchy little idiots.”

Toby clenched his fists.

He felt a gloved hand on his shoulder.

Hoodie, no, Brian stared back at him, not wearing his face covering. Something he rarely did while they were still outside.

“Don’t take it personally. We all get a little on edge after a mission.”

“Yeah… exactly.” Tim agreed sarcastically.

God, Toby wished he could just kick the shit out of him.

But it dawned on him that the faster they finished tying their loose ends, the faster he could plan out the rest of his day.

More specifically, his day with you.

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‘Would you like to do something today?’

No, that sounded weird.

‘you free today?’

That’s too relaxed. Too familiar.

‘what’s up’

Okay that could literally mean anything.

‘Hey, do you wanna hang out today? :)'

That would work. Made him sound chill. And the smiley face made it seem less suspicious.

Not that he was planning to do anything bad.

Toby pressed send, immediately closing his phone to wait for your response to his text.

Lying down on his bed and filled with anxiety, he stared at the ceiling, counting the grooves and holes in the wooden rafters.

Even though it meant he was alone again, he was glad to be back at his house. Maybe it wasn’t as big as Tim and Brian’s, but he was at least a little closer to civilization. Closer to you.

His phone vibrated.

Toby’s arm shot out, clumsily knocking it off his nightstand. He scrambled to pick it up off the floor.

Damn, he could hardly contain himself.

‘Sure, what did you have in mind?’

Fuck yeah.

Here he was making plans to ‘hang out’. As if he was just some average everyday person.

And it was you of all people he was getting to spend time with.

He felt like he was going to throw up. But in a good way?

Sometimes he had a hard time describing how he was feeling when it came to you.

But what did he have in mind? What did he want to do with you?

Obviously, he had to figure out a way to impress you. Make you see just how perfect you two could be together. Get you to be comfortable around him… speak to him like you do with that ‘Anne’ friend of yours. Learn about each other, inside and out. None of your secrets kept from him.

And once you lower your guard…

Now that was when things could get interesting. He figured he might end up having to take you. Whisk you away to his private sanctuary. He found it calming here, and you were the only one he wanted to share it with. Surely you would come to appreciate it too.

After all, you always seemed on edge. Toby could help with that.

He should pick an activity he knows you’ll like. You liked movies. He’d start there.

Plus, wasn’t that a common thing people did on dates?

‘How about a movie?’

Should he ask to watch something at your place? Or would that be too forward?

He’d prefer to be with you alone. Just in case.

‘Maybe you could show me some of your favorites?’ He added.

Yeah, that way you’d have to invite him over. Perfect.

You immediately responded to Toby’s delight.

‘Okay, maybe you could come over to my place around 6?’

He frantically typed back.

‘Sounds good, see you then ;)’

Toby paced around his room thinking through his strategy for today.

First, he had to make himself presentable. It’d been a while since he showered, and after the activities of this morning he couldn’t show up to your place with the stench of blood and death still clinging to his clothes. He had a fancy bottle of cologne he stole off a victim last week. Normally things like that wouldn’t interest him, but if he wanted to be ‘boyfriend material’ he figured smelling like a “classy” guy would help him fit the part.

His phone vibrated. You sent him your address.

Not that he needed it.

Thoughts racing through his head, he scratched at the wound on his mouth, flakes of tissue falling to the ground.

A devilish smile stretched across his face.

A new idea.

He’d try to seduce you.

And if all went well…

You wouldn’t even know what hit you.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby x reader #x reader #yandere #toby rogers x reader #proxies #yandere creepypasta #yandere ticci toby #fanfiction #yandere creepypasta x reader #my writing #horror #obsessive behavior #masky creepypasta #hoodie creepypasta #brian thomas #tim wright

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ethanthespookymonth · 4 months

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whats the circle with the x cross thingy

Hayden: *Holding screen* Please...! *Quiet and shaky* Don't tell him I'm talking to you- *Screen goes black*

*Screen glitches then starts working again showing a man in a mask*

?: Leave him alone... He's mine...! *Breaks camera*

#yandere Tim Wright AU

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pyr0manias · 11 months

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BRIM ANGST!!!!!!!

(Badly written edition)

"..What do you mean?"

Brian's tone nearly broke Tim, the shakiness of it practically tearing out his heart. He couldn't even look at his face. If he tried he knew he'd be weak, he'd change his mind.. he can't even handle the thought of Brian's pretty face, a shaking lip and teary eyes at Tim's request.

"I just.. I think we need a break. It's not exactly working out." Tim choked out, staring directly at the floor.

"You wanna break up..?"

"No, no, not break up just-.. a break.. give eachother some space."

"But.. did I.. did I do something wrong?" Brian whimpered, tears threatening to spill as Tim avoided his eyes. Tim knew he didn't understand, knew what he was thinking. 'Was he not enough? Did Tim want someone else?' Of course he didn't, Brian was perfect. But as Tim's symptoms got worse, he knew distance was for the best until it got better again.

"You did nothing wrong, Bri..." Tim sighed, wincing at the sound of Brian's sniffles. No doubt he was crying now. "I just.. need some time."

After a long moment, Brian slowly nodded, holding in a hiccup as he stood.

"I understand." He whispered, wrapping his arms around himself. Where was he gonna go? He didn't have anyone to stay with, he lives with Tim right now.. he's a poor college kid, he can't afford an entire new house.

"..I'm gonna go for a walk."

Tim didn't get to answer before Brian left, now wandering the sidewalks as he let himself cry. Tim left him. All this time spent together, sharing, loving.. and he left. Brian told him about everything, about his fears, about his past, and Tim promised. He promised they'd be together, he promised he loved Brian, but he lied. He is a liar. He made a promise he never intended to keep, and now Brian has to deal with the consequences of his own foolish trust.

Tim wasn't doing much better, his head in his hands as he barely kept himself together. He was pacing now, unsure of how to progress. He doesn't want to kick Brian out, but what if that demon starts targeting him, too? Maybe someone else will let Brian stay with them, keep him away until things are better.

Tim eyed his phone and took a deep breath. He picked it up and slowly dialed a number, biting his lip nervously. The only person he could really ask this of.

"I swear to god if you're gonna tell me you're not coming in next week I'll kill you." Alex's gruff voice answered immediately once he picked up. "Jay already might not make it, I can't have you dipping out too-"

"I need you to do me a favor."

". . .What."

Tim took a deep breath before continuing.

"Brian and I are taking a break. Do you mind letting him stay with you until it's over?"

There was silence from Alex for a minute before he answered, even angrier than before.

"What did you do?"

Tim couldn't help the chuckle that left him at the accusation. Of course, everyone expected that Brian would be the one to leave Tim. He's way out of his league, it's a miracle he agreed to date Tim in the first place.

"Nothing. I was the one who asked for it."

"...."

"...What... what did -he- do?"

That didn't even sound right to either of them.

"Nothing.. I just.. need space. He'll come over with his stuff soon, if you can have him over."

"Yeah, yeah I can.. I can have him over." Alex's voice was far quieter now.

When Brian returned home, there was a box waiting for him. All packed. Brian broke down immediately at the sight of it- where is he supposed to go? Tim really is kicking him out.

"..You're back."

Speaking of who...

Brian didn't turn to face him, just kept crying.

"Look, um.. I asked Alex if you could stay with him for a bit.. he said yes.. I just don't think we should live together while we.. sort stuff out. It's not that I don't want you here, it's just--"

Tim didn't get to finish before Brian left, bringing the box with him. He sighed, staring longingly out the open door for a minute before slowly reaching out to shut it, closing his eyes. His head was aching.

"..Sorry, baby." He whispered, opening his eyes after a minute. Slowly, Tim retreated upstairs and shut the door behind him as he began to cough, curling up in bed and holding tight onto the sweater he'd taken from Brian's side of the closet, which was now half-empty.

#marble hornets #brian x tim #tim wright #yandere masky #yandere creepypasta #brilex #brian x alex #angst #i have no plan for this story i just had a headache and needed to write !!

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