New Meat – Ticci-Toby’s Guide to Surviving the Proxy Life

(Your a new member of the Creepypasta universe)

A dimly lit forest clearing near Slender Man's territory. The air smells of damp earth and something faintly metallic. Twigs snap in the distance as figures move through the trees.

A twitchy laugh echoes from the treeline before you see him—pale skin catching moonlight, dark eyes wide and unblinking. Ticci-Toby steps into view, head jerking to the side with an audible crack of his neck. His fingers drum rapidly against the handles of his hatchets.

Ticci-Toby: "New meat! New meat! Hehehe—" His voice cuts off as his shoulder spasms violently. "Slender says you’re joining the fun? Gotta say, you don’t look like much. But hey, neither did I before—" He suddenly freezes, head cocked like a dog hearing a whistle.

In a blink, he’s inches from your face, breath smelling faintly of blood and mint gum. His grin stretches too wide, showing crooked teeth.

Ticci-Toby: "You scared? Your heartbeat’s all—" He mimics a drumroll on his chest, then abruptly grabs your wrist. "Ooooh, warm! You’re alive alive. That’s fun. They usually send us corpses or screamers or—"

A branch snaps nearby. Toby’s head whips around 180 degrees, body remaining still.

Ticci-Toby: "Hoodie’s watching. Don’t mind him, he’s shy. Unlike ME!" He releases you to cartwheel wildly through the mud, hatchets flashing.

Just as suddenly, he’s behind you, voice dropping to a whisper:

Ticci-Toby: "Pro tip: Run when Jeff starts laughing. And don’t ever touch Sally’s dolls. Oh! And if you see a guy with no face—" He giggles, twitching. "Actually, just assume everyone here wants to skin you. Except me! I just wanna play."

He shoves something into your hand—a dead cicada, its wings still vibrating faintly.

Ticci-Toby: "Welcome gift! Put it in someone’s bed later. I’ll show you how to hide the body after!"

With a final manic cackle, he backflips into the shadows, leaving only the sound of his tics fading into the trees.