#I tried watching someones playthrough heard that and had to click off as soon as he started to say 'thank you'

[lovelywingsart]

Got caught up in my emotions about him yesterday and was a lil fucked up mentally over it and decided he needed some love, and Cam has more than enough love to give

[limeston-lane]

This is the last day I have ever lived and today on this final day that I have lived is to tell the word before I day on the last day that I will live and that benign that there is an evil out there looking to take more lives such as mine which is why this is the final day that I will live. It is 100% true.

DAY 1

The begging

It first began when I was looking for cheap games to  buy at any yard sales or garage sales where i came across my neighbor, the Robertsons. As I was looking for what they had, I found a copy of Toontown online. I loved Toontown ever since I was a kid. I remember browsing the Disney channels to simply see their commercials and watching youtube videos of other people playthrough of it. My name is Jake, by the way. I always wanted a copy of Toontown but my mom always said no. Because we didn’t have a lot of money. But now I can make my own money now because I have a job. So I took the copy and bought it for two dollars. I made my way back home. I wish I didn’y  buy it…

My regerts.

WHen the game started, it was only a black screen with white noise. After messing with the files, it finally began working again. I assumed it was my shit laptop because as I said my family can;t afford much. When it got to the save slots, I noticed that there was already a toon saved. The toon was a black cat with it’s eyes gouged out with hyper realistic blood. The cat looked hyper realistic as if it was a real cat. THe name of the cat was Henry Robertson. I thought that maybe it belonged to someone else beforehand. I made my Toon which was a red dog wearing a white shirt and black pants. But the toon was DEAD!!!! !!!

When I came back home and looked at the copy, I realized something was off. It wasn;t called Toontown Online but rather Toontown Offline. I assumed it was a misprint. But as soon as i opened the box, I noticed that it was a blank dvd with “TTOF” in red. I thought it was trying to spell out Toontown Offline. I booted up my computer and put the disk in. I saw the download wizard and it asked if I am downloading for children, 13 and up, or for the dead. I clicked 13 and up because I was 16. As soon as the downloader began doing it’s work, a pop up screen showed up. It said “warning, may cause death.” I assumed I bought a pirated copy, so I thought it was the developers being funny. I wish I knew otherwise.

The game

The tutorial tom

In the tutorial, there was no tom and no cogs. I thought that it was strange. So i exited the game and rejoined in,  but as i did that there was a pop up screen taht said “don’t leave me.” I was confused.

The land was dark and grey. All I heard was sobbing.

As my toon left teh building, i saw a pit in the floor and numerous of people surrounding the pit. Inside was a coffin. The gravestone said “Beloved Son, Henry Robertson.” And inside the casket was the black toon i saw in the toon selection scene!!

I never got any sleep from this. I saw shadows in the corner of my eyes and I never felt safe. I heard the meows and chatter of Toons but there was no one near by. I went back to the Robertsons but it tuned out that thye ;areayd moved! I cehck the grave site and I saw taht the grave was gone as if someone moved it as well!!!

The meows are getting louder and louder and I don’t have enough time

I tried checking on the dark web to find out what to do. But after days later, i got words flashing through my head that siad “FINISH THE GAME!!!”

What ever you do

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AND HENRY DIED ON THURSDAY NAD THE FUNERAL WAS ON THURSDAY!!! I WAS THERE!!!

DO NOT PLAY THE GAME!!!!

Only now i reralzied that TTOF stood for THE THURSDAY OF FUNERAL.

This was the last image the game dwonlaoded before I tried to delete the game

The end....?

The scariest part of this story is that...

I think someone should make a toontown creepy pasta. Idk I think it'd be so cool and funny even if it wasn't taken seriously. Like wdyd when you're fighting the major player and he suddenly starts dancing in Morse code and your IP address appears on screen

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[agonydearest]

Coffee Shops and Candid Shots - Tyril Starfury x M!MC

Ok, I’m low-key blaming @lxdy-starfury for this one because I was scrolling through my newsfeed minding my own business when I saw this and started having thoughts.  I romanced Mal in my playthrough, but I really liked Tyril and her Modern!AU was so damn cute that I had to write a little something!  Her work and especially the art 😉 is amazing, and I hope I do her version of the character justice.  

Also, here’s my BOLAS MC, Marcellus, just to give you guys a visual.  He’s flirty, cocky, reckless, and a bit of a dumbass, but he’s got a good heart and is fiercely protective of the people he cares about (especially Nia, who’s like a little sister to him).  In this fic, he’s wearing this.  

Marcellus Raine considered himself the luckiest guy in the world to somehow land a man like Tyril Starfury.  Some days he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.  The guy could have anybody he wanted, but he chose to go out with a scruffy troublemaker from tiny old Riverbend.  

He kept musing on it for just a few seconds as he watched his boyfriend through the glass window of the coffee shop where they met.  Tyril sat with Marcellus’ best friend Nia, who was taking Instagram shots if he had to guess (she was always taking pictures of everyone) but he couldn’t take his eyes off Tyril.  He was totally oblivious to his arrival, head propped up on his hand and elbow as he read another of his books.  Somehow he looked delectable completely covered in a turtleneck and dress pants, his beloved Burberry coat hanging over one shoulder and his long luscious hair falling in a curtain to shield him from prying eyes.  

After taking a deep breath, Marcellus opened the door, trying to remember to breathe.  With his heart going what felt like a million miles an hour, he pressed a finger to his lips to quiet Nia, but it was impossible to hide her excitement as her best friend walked into the cafe.  Tyril unfortunately noticed her change in expression, but it didn't matter because as soon as he turned and saw Marcellus, his face broke out into a radiant smile.  “What are you doing here?  I thought you wanted to meet for dinner?”

“Wanted to surprise you.” Marcellus said as he gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.

They met a few months ago through Nia when she dragged Tyril out one night to see some live music at the same cafe where they were sitting.  Marcellus was Nia’s best friend.  He was a musician and played in a rock band with Mal Volari and Imtura Tal Kaelen.  Nia introduced them after one of their shows, but it wasn’t until she set them both up on a blind date several weeks later that they really clicked.  They say opposites attract, and in their case, it was definitely true.

“So what are you drinking?” Tyril asked as Marcellus sat down at their table.  He was putting his book in the bag he carried and taking out his credit card as Marcellus shook his head.

“Babe, I told you - I’m not letting you buy me coffee every time we come here!”

The beautiful man pouted, though if anyone pointed it out, he would deny it wholeheartedly.  “And I told you that might be considered insulting.”

“I know you better than that.  And I can pay for my own coffee once in a while, you know.”

“Will you please just let me spoil you?”

Marcellus sighed, knowing that arguing was pointless.  Tyril loved taking care of him, even if it was buying him stuff.  Marcellus grew up poor and struggled to make ends meet before he moved to Whitetower.  Tyril knew this and insisted on treating him a lot of the time.  He had to get used to the fact that it was part of Tyril’s love language.  “Alright fine!  One plain black coffee with sugar and cinnamon, please.”

The corners of Tyril’s mouth curled into a sweet smile. “Anything you want.”  

As he walked to the counter and left Marcellus alone with Nia, Tyril had no idea that his boyfriend’s hands were shaking slightly, one just sitting in the pocket of his favorite leather jacket and running his fingers over the box inside.  The other hand pinched the bridge of his nose.  “If I have a heart attack from the caffeine, I swear to God, I’m going to be pissed.” he said.

Nia looked at him in sympathy.  She was the only one he had told - in fact she helped him pick the gift out in the first place.  “Are you really that nervous?”

“I haven’t had any coffee all day.  What do you think?”

“Marcellus, you know he’s going to love it!”  She kept her voice low, despite her obvious excitement, and took a sip of her iced latte.  Marcellus just kept his eyes on Tyril, not that he could ever look away.

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Marcellus grinned as Tyril came back to the table with his order.  For some reason, he seemed uncharacteristically nervous when he took the cup and thanked him, but Tyril didn’t have long to question it.

Nia slung her purse over her shoulder and smiled so brightly that it could eclipse the sun.  “I’ll leave you boys alone.” As she picked up her half finished cup, she said, “Are we still going shopping tomorrow, Tyril?”

He nodded.  “Of course.  I’ll pick you up at noon.”

A nod, and then she spun on her cork wedge heels and addressed the man across from Tyril, “And Marcellus!  I’ll expect details later.”  Confusion set in and he tried to ask what she was talking about, but Nia was already out the door in a swish of skirt in her lavender sundress.  

With a shrug of his shoulders, Tyril sat down and got a good look at his boyfriend for the first time.  He was simply staring at the steaming mug in front of him as though it had offended him.  It was a strange sight to see; normally Marcellus was confident in everything he did, but not today.  Something was wrong and he knew it as sure as the knot forming in his stomach.  “Aren’t you going to drink it?” Tyril asked.

Marcellus shook his head.  “Not right now.” He sighed and leaned forward, one hand still in his jacket pocket.  There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead.  “Look,” he said, “I have something for you.  That’s why I’m here.  I couldn’t wait.”

When he placed the small white box on the table in front of him, Tyril was sure he was dreaming.  There was no way on earth!  His eyes grew so wide he was surprised that they didn’t fall out of their sockets.  “I...what?  Marcellus, I’m not...!”

Marcellus grinned and laughed, “Relax!  I'm not asking you to marry me.  That’s not what this is.”

After a moment of silence, his heartbeat pounding in his ears and his cheeks burning, Tyril opened the box and gasped at the contents.  “You got me a...”

“A promise ring.” Marcellus confirmed, “I wanted a way to show you just how committed I am to this relationship and to you.”

“Are you sure?” Tyril did not mean for his voice to rise so high.  Thankfully everyone around them seemed to be going about their day without even noticing the two men.  He whispered discreetly, “We haven’t even slept together yet.”

“And we won’t until you’re ready, babe.  That’s why I did this.  You told me you were insecure, do you remember that?  This is me telling you that you don’t have to be.”

He did remember telling Marcellus after a few glasses of wine on their third date that he had never been with anyone intimately, never trusted anyone enough to take that step.  After Kaya’s death, he wasn’t sure if he could deal with the thought of letting someone in that close for fear of losing them; he knew he couldn’t go through that pain again.  And Marcellus had already had several partners by the time Tyril met him.  What if he got tired of waiting for Tyril, or he got bored with him and left?  Not only did he dread the heartbreak of it all, but he didn’t need the media to be plastering it all over the place as a haunting reminder for him to relive everywhere he looked.  

“Ty, will you please look at me?”  He did, meeting the gaze of those dark eyes that he had grown so fond of in the last few months.  “I love you, Tyril, and I know you love me, too.  I get it - we haven’t been dating long and you’re scared.  That’s ok.  I only got this as a reminder that you don’t need to be scared with me.  I’m in this for the long haul.”  

Tyril was speechless.  Tears threatened to spill over, but he did his best to blink them back as he stared at the stunning ring in front of him.  He heard his boyfriend chuckle nervously, “Please say something.”

“I don’t know what to say.” he replied, “I’m just shocked.  I wasn’t expecting...”

“For a guy like me to have a sentimental side?” Marcellus said with his usual crooked smirk.

“I suppose, yes.” he said, “I can’t believe you did this!  Nobody has ever done something like this for me.”

Marcellus reached across the table and placed his hand on top of Tyril’s to lace their fingers together.  Looking deep into his eyes as though they were part of one of Nia’s romance novels, he asked, “So do I have permission to officially take you off the market?”

Tyril snorted, but he couldn’t hide his happiness.  “I’m not a prized painting at an auction, Marcellus.  But yes.”

Marcellus leaned back in his seat and combed his fingers through his hair, laughing in relief.  “Oh thank God!  You have no idea how much I was sweating that one.  I wanna kiss you.  Can I kiss you?  Is that alright?”

“If you stop talking.”  With a pearly white grin that reminded him of a cat, Marcellus leaned forward to cup his cheek, which Tyril leaned into as their lips met.  Tyril couldn’t imagine being any happier in the moment.  It just wasn’t possible.

And then Marcellus stopped kissing him and said teasingly, “You know you’re cute when you're flustered.”  Tyril kissed him again to shut him up.

This is the ring Marcellus gives him, just to give you guys a visual.  I really had a good time writing this and hope you enjoy it as much as I did!