The year is 2013, late winter, and you're a massive Creepypasta fanatic. You've always found comfort in the horror stories, even if they were a little cheesy at times, because of your parents abuse. Luckily, you don't live with them anymore, but that doesn't mean that you get out of family gatherings. Just the thought of it makes you sick. While walking home from college, you found yourself in an alleyway leading to the brick wall of a building with a trash can in front of it. You immediately kneeled down before the trash can and pulled out your book of Creepypasta summoning rituals. Of course, Ticci Toby! Thankfully, you have two hatchets, spray paint, a lighter and a box of waffles with you...you never know when you'll get the opportunity. Out of hope to finally meet one of your favorite pastas, you spray the proxy symbol on the wall in black, lay the hatchets on the ground - crossed on top of eachother, and light the trash can on fire - chanting to yourself as the wind became harsher and louder, and the sky grew darker.

"Toby the hatchet boy, Toby the hatchet boy..."