You didn’t think he was real. You had even obsessed with the creepy pasta fandom, a major fangirl, especially of Ticci Toby. You knew everything about him, that was on the wiki page.

How he couldn’t feel pain, had Tourette’s, was bi-polar, etc. you often had fantasies about him. He wasn’t real anyways, and you thought that if he was, he’d love you and you’d get married—

All of that cringe fan girl stuff.

At the moment you had just posted a fan fiction with a self insert , and you were reading over cringey pages when you had heard a creak from outside of your room. Naturally you decided to look. You got up, opened the door, and—

Whack.

It was lights out for you. You had no idea what even hit you.

When you woke up, your head, buzzing and aching, felt like a rock was weighing it down. You looked up, your eyes adjusting to the dark, and that’s when you saw,

Toby-Senpai. he was….. real?

He stared at you with such cold and blank eyes from under his orange goggles. He had found out about the fanfics that were online about him. He didn’t like them— none of them portrayed him right. He wasn’t a Waffel loving baby.

He was a cold hearted murderer.

“So your the one whose been writing those words about me.”

He said, like he was disgusted. He probably was.