#ex ticciwork

[kyoukaru]

KNEE DEEP ATP

After leaving the Slender Mansion a month ago, Clockwork is called back to pay off the debts the thing had been collecting behind her back. All she needs to do is commit another murder, spend a long weekened with Toby, who she hasn't spoken too since the break-up and a stay in a cheap hotel room with only one bed. It's nothing she wants to do, something only certified the longer time goes on.

-- Creepypasta fic where Natalie left the Slendermansion over killing kids, broke up with Toby as a result and then promptly gets called back to do another murder with her ex. And there's only one bed.

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[professionalbalbberer]

Why does ticcimask have to be so popular? Toby seeing Tim as a father figure has been engraved into my mind. The tim-toby father-son dynamic parasite refuses to leave…😔😔😞😞😞😞😞😿😿

[tic-toc-clock77]

Clockwork and Mischaracterization

I'm tired of seeing Clockwork get treated like a cunty bitch who hates people. She's not that, she is NOTHING like that. It goes back to the stigma of Toby dickriders wanting to ship themselves with him + wanting Clockwork out of the picture. There's nothing wrong with that on a SURFACE level but the level people in the creepypasta fandom take their hate of TicciWork and Clockwork goes beyond simply a fandom thing; this hate caused her creator to leave the fandom, because of their actions, her creator gets anxiety even seeing her name.

Worse, it hasn't stopped, nobody cares about the damage they've done and continues to dickride a character who had to be KILLED OFF to get people to shut the fuck up. On the initial note, however, more people need to see Clockwork for who and what she is.

Clockwork is NOT a mean cold-hearted bitch, what she is a deeply scarred individual who kills out of fear, to relive killing her family when things get hard for her. In art depictions, we see how much she genuinely loved Toby and how much he loved her back, how wholesome and precious their relationship was, we see her lash out but we also see her scared and emotional like the troubled person she is. She would not be a bitchy ex because they're NOT EVEN EXES, TOBY IS DEAD.

The creator has nothing against headcanons or anything but CLOCKWORK IS NOT OUR CHARACTER, he made that very clear; she is not ours to rewrite, she is not ours to remake, what she is, is a deeply personal character to her creator, leave her story alone. Make headcanons, aus, whatever but please, for once, keep her canon in mind.

It's the bare minimum of what her creator asks of us

[necroromantics]

Hi Im gonna be petty again. But the fact that TicciWork fans had to deal with the ship and Clockwork being brutally hated on from as early as ~2013, and now theres so much misinformation rampant on TikTok about the ship, and when we try to speak up about it everyone throws a fit. It just baffles me how everyone is allowed to hate on and be passive aggressive about this ship but when we say someone about it or spread real canon information, we're too hostile or making a fuss. We've done nothing but let you guys have your ships, you are allowed to ship whatever you want, even if its not TicciWork.

I have never once seen a single TicciWork fan make a post where Nina or Jack or Tim is a bitchy evil villain antagonist who is Toby's ex or something getting in the way of his relationship with Clockwork. I have never once seen a TicciWork fan making rant posts about another character that gets shipped with Toby. But the amounts of times I have seen that exact thing be done for Clockwork is astounding. And if any of us speak up about the hypocrisy then everyone gets all mad and posts start being made.

I really dont care for all this drama, so this should be my last post on it. My initial posts about the misogyny with Clockwork was only directed towards the people who hate on Clockwork because shes shipped with Toby, because they want Toby to be shipped with their OC or them or another character. To hate on a woman over a man is absolutely cringe and nuts. And then to twist my words by saying "If you dont ship TicciWork you hate women" is really telling of you as a person and your reading comprehension skills. Also, if the shoe fits. If it doesnt apply to you, you dont gotta bend over backwards to make it apply just to be the victim cuz I hit a sore spot. And if it does apply, then ask yourself why are you so angry over a random ass female character.

Tldr; Ahhh you mad ahh you mad as hell

[rpggoro]

If I may ask, what happened the Tobina? Are you a ticciwork shipper now? Do you still ship Tobina?

I still like tobina!!!

The Nina I used to draw was inspired by my ex, and since we broke up I've been kinda unmotivated to draw it.

In the future I may continue to draw it, but I dont really have a Nina design anymore. So for right now my Toby stuff will probably just be with Clock

Thank you for asking!

[tic-toc-clock77]

"The Only Expectation" by Paramore is such a TicciWork song, it can be seen from either of their perspectives because I think they'd both have a hard time coming to terms with loving someone cuz Toby lost all the people he cared about in one way or another either through death or abandonment and Clocky's ex broke up with her because of her mental state and drawings, and they were both abused horridly but I just KNOW they'd find so much comfort in one another and actually manage to be healthy and productive as a romantic pairing. They are so special to me, damnit

[tic-toc-clock77]

10 years (Part 2)- A small TicciWork fanfic by tic-toc-clock77

Part 1; https://www.tumblr.com/tic-toc-clock77/729273961267003392/so-remember-when-toby-and-clockworks-creator?source=share

10 years is a long time, they both knew it as they sat in the kitchen of the main cabin; Clockwork seated on a stool with Toby close to her on the counter. They'd been contemplating moving out since they're first attempt at getting some time to themselves resulted in Toby nearly being murdered by a proxy of Zalgo.

Not wanting to repeat their same mistakes, they struggled to find a way to keep moving with their lives without causing harm. Clockwork clicked her tongue as she continued to sew up the old stab wound, months ago now from Zalgo's proxy. It brought a pang to both their chests to recall those horrid two weeks they'd spent terrified for each other.

"I'm sorry, Nat." Toby sighed, looking down at his sneakers. Natalie forced a laugh as she sewed the stitches together, on the final loop, the stitch held together his skin. It would last probably a couple more months before they'd have to do it up again.

"It was a mistake on both our parts." She said, grabbing the scissors and cutting the remaining thread so it wouldn't droop. After it was finished, Toby hopped down from the counter and helped her put everything away.

"What do we do now?" Natalie asked as she peered out past the dining room into the living room at everyone running around and screaming. It was draining, truly to be around so many people at once but what could they do? With Toby's status as Slender's right hand man and his important role to play, could they go anywhere at all?

Toby shrugged, as he had done many times before since they started thinking to move. The two 27 year olds reluctantly made their way out to the living room. The TV was blasting and BEN and Jeff's screaming at each other was going right into Natalie's ears.

She gritted her teeth at the sounds all around her, her nails dug into the couch's arm. Taking notice, Toby grabbed her arm and stood, he lowered his hand down to hers, his rough and bandaid covered fingers ran down her sweater's soft fabric as they grabbed each other's hand as they'd done many times before.

Despite both their hands being calloused from holding their weapons tightly for so long, they felt soft to one another. Once they exited the cabins door, they jumped the two steps off the porch and took off running, Toby's sneakers and her boots hitting the crunchy December snow.

Despite it being midday and the sun shining down on them, it was freezing. It was slightly reminiscent of the first time they'd ever met, in the early snow of September which wasn't very frequent where they'd once lived but it had happened that year. That night when they'd killed her ex boyfriend together was something, though strange, they held very dear.

Running out of breath, they halted at a random spot, it's trees were much closer together and they could probably chop enough down to make a small cabin. It was Toby's first thought as he looked around, sure they'd have to steal furniture from their victims and maybe ask Helen and Judge Angels, two workers who lived outside the main cabin and had built their own together, for help but it still seemed like they could build a small cozy cabin in the spot.

"We could use this." Clockwork thought aloud, admiring the cedar, fir and spruce trees. She broke away from Toby momentarily to feel around at them. She ran her hand along the trees. She pictured it; some hard work and dedication could make it work out fine. "You think we could manage?" He snapped her out of her daydream, placing a hand on the other side of the tree. She nodded softly.

After a moment of staring at each other, she rushed herself toward him, wrapping her arms around his back, he did the same to her. She rested her head on his chest, despite the weather, they were both warm thanks to each other. It could work, it really could, all they had to do now was ask.

Part 3, coming soon! (P.s. all parts of this will be in my Ticciwork fanfic on Wattpad)

[tic-toc-clock77]

Continuation of the Toby story, this time from Clockwork/Natalie's perspective! (Yes, there's going to be Ticciwork in this story)

September 27th 2013, 1:07 a.m.

"Natalie, what the hell are you doing?" Asks the young blond man, tied to a chair in his living room by his ex-girlfriend, Natalie Ouellette. Natalie laughs in response, her brown hair falling over her green eye. Her other eye, with the pocket watch shoved into it, ticks slowly. She's not even sure how it still works.

"You know, Chris. I really tried to be normal, to be a functioning member of society but that's not for me, I've discovered." She giggles maniacally, playing with her steak knife in one hand, the stitches she'd sewed into her cheeks turn up when she smiles.

"You know, I noticed that-" A sudden crash through the window behind her reveals someone she's never seen before. "The fuck?" She whips around to face the intruder. On the floor, a young boy, looking the same age as herself, brushes himself off as he stands.

The boy is pale with brown hair, his sweater a lighter shade of the same colour. "You're Natalie Outlette?" He asks her. She raises an eyebrow but nods slowly. "Great, I'm Toby. The Slenderman sent m-m-" Toby's words stifle. "Sorry, tourettes." He clears his throat. "The Slenderman sent me here to take you back to him." Natalie blinks, dumbfounded.

Clearly this guy is crazy, she thinks to herself. "I'm sorta doing something." She points with her knife toward Chris. "Oh, he gave me permission to kill anyone who gets in the way of bringing you so I'll help with that." The boy says, grabbing one hatchet off the floor from where he fell.

"I'll explain as we do this." Toby grabs a piece of cloth off the table and shoves it into Chris's mouth. "So, Slenderman is real." He says first, judging where to slice first. "The Slenderman finds a bunch of people, like you and me to kill for him and bring the bodies to him so he can continue to house us and stuff." He says, smashing his hatchet down on Chris's hand, cutting it off. Natalie listens, in disbelief, fully thinking some crazy guy just made his way into the house. To be fair she had just done the same, breaking into her ex-boyfriend's house.

"We kill for him? Whoever we want to?" She asks, cutting into Chris's other hand. "No. He assigns us people to kill and others to go on those missions with." He tells her. Natalie judges this silently. "Can I say no?" Toby shakes his head. "I mean, you can live outside the base but not outside the forest. Regardless, you have to be either a slasher or a proxy." He informs.

"Is there a difference?" She asks. Toby nods, "Slashers and Proxies do the same things generally but Proxies are just better at their jobs and they get to mentor new slashers." He informs her. Chris sits in between the two, screaming in muffled pain while they continue to speak causally. His hand is finally chopped off by Natalie and falls to the floor.

"So, Slender sent me after you so I could mentor your skills." He says, looking over Chris's tortured state in the chair. "You're gonna mentor me?" She asks, standing up again to run her knife along Chris's neck before making a large slit, slowly.

Toby watches from the floor as blood seeps from Chris's neck, effectively ending his life. His head falls limp, as does the rest of his body. He stands beside Natalie. "Got any garbage bags?" Toby asks.

Natalie, having packed Chris's body away and cleaned off the blood, throws the body bag through the window. The bag lands with a thud onto the ground, Toby picks it up and throws it over his shoulder. Natalie rushes down the stairs and then leaves out of the door.

"You're not gonna run away?" Toby asks her as they begin to walk toward the forest. "I have nowhere else to go." She sighs, "Even if that whole thing you told me sounds incredibly fake, it's better than prison for these murders." She pokes the garbage bag.

Toby walks slowly to meet Natalie's pace, the moon shines brightly but the two sneak around in the dark of the forest. Toby, having been a proxy for the last 3 months, is able to carry the bag without blood dripping from it.

They return to the main cabin or 'the base'. He leads her down the long hallway to the Slenderman's room. He knocks then enters. Natalie stares at the large creature. She stays silent to judge and listen.

Toby leaves after a moment, allowing Natalie to spend time alone with the creature. "Clockwork." He says, facing toward her, "That is the name you go by?" He asks and she nods. "Do you know why I have asked you to be here?" Natalie shakes her head. "You show promise. Much promise. I believe you will be a good asset to me." He places a hand down on his desk. "Now, as much as that is true, you are reckless and frankly, rather unhinged. That must be stopped. Which is why I'm going to recruit you on missions with Toby for the time being." He explains, hands flat on the desk.

"As my mentor?" Slender nods to her question. "Your room will be on the second floor, feel free to design it how you wish. You are free to go." She leaves at that mention. Having exited, she jumps when Toby's hand lands on her shoulder, "Come with me." He says, leading her up the stairs of the cabin toward her room.

[tic-toc-clock77]

How I feel looking at my mutuals TicciWork post ideas that come from them and their partners while I haven't had a partner in a year and everything has come from just my mind

lil rant below

cw: attempted suicide, abuse, hitting, cutting, etc

When I was 9, I got into my first ever relationship, this was with a girl two years older than me a grade 7 and I loved her, I romanticized every second of her red flags and later abuse because I wanted to be like the protagonists I'd see on TV. She got depressed, badly and took it out on me when I tried to help. She made me feel like a bad person because I didn't want her to kill herself. I dreaded each and every night that one morning she would just be gone. She led me to isolate and lash out at my family and led me to ignoring or snuffing off friends, she was an awful influence. She told me she'd kill herself if I ever told anyone what was going on, I watched her get worse each day.

Gradually, we quit talking about anything fun or happy and she was so miserable inside and out but I was still romanticizing her abusive patterns. I once had a friend who was being abused, I gave her advice and when she came to me in the following weeks to tell me she was better, the 7th grader began running away from me, calling me names and saying I was going to replace her when all she had been doing was replacing me. She would talk all day about how much better her other friends were or how much I was annoying or gross looking. I stayed fucking put, didn't tell a soul, never argued or disagreed with her.

I had this one day that my real friends wanted to spend time with me and while we sat outside she came up to me, I went to hug her and she started choking me, she choked me for 4 solid seconds before letting go and being chased and screamed at by my friends but I stayed put, I didn't tell a soul, never ran away. When my friends told a teacher, she told me to apologize to her and I did with genuine feeling and she half assed that sorry so hard.

Eventually, she got paranoid worse than ever before and tried to kill me by pouring bleach into my water which thankfully she never did because she got caught. I told my friends that day they said "[insert abusers name] is going to kill you! we have to tell someone." and I told them it was fine and I'd talk it out with her but they knew better. I called my dad and reality hit me, I couldnt stop crying on that call so I had to pass it to the teacher we were telling.

3 years passed and I was still fucking miserable about her, i thought it was my fault for just existing and that I was better off letting her kill me because at least she could've finally been happy for something. I texted her and the cycle continued into another year but we were only online because her parents hated me.

That ended badly. There was a lot but I talked enough abt her

moving on to my ex BOYFRIEND!!??? (omg spider's not a total lesbian? I was shocked too) so, last year him and I dated and it was great but to great for my mental state and issues to keep up with so I self sabotaged by pretending I cheated on him to run away from normalcy I wasn't prepped for and I regret that super bad now, i had a lot of growing to do.

We started talking again a bit ago and I told him I lied about the cheating thing and he forgave me, telling me he had a history of cheating on his partners that he stopped after meeting the girlfriend just before me. After talking again for days, his girlfriend he was with when we started talking again, dumped him for personal reasons and we began talking more seriously again. I'm afraid of getting attached still but I dont want to ruin it if it happens again.