#ticci toby age re

[softpawpup]

— caregiver ! ticci toby headcannons !! ( request from anon )

🪓 hums along to your favorite songs

🩸 doesn't like going outside but will sit on the porch while you play in the yard

👁️‍🗨️ lets you borrow his hoodies and coats (if you're bigger than him he always buys himself bigger clothes so they'll fit you too)

🪓 swaps shoes with you when your feet hurt

🩸 he's awkward on playdates but he will schedule them reguardless

👁️‍🗨️ when you color together he likes using sharpies and gives you the crayons

🪓 lets you touch his dull hatchets

🩸 doesn't like it when you cook by yourself while little, always tries to be in the kitchen with you

👁️‍🗨️ listens to you babble and nods along and responds like he knows what you're saying, who knows maybe he can translate baby

🪓 walks you around on those child leashes when you're little

🩸 steals you little enamel pins for your backpack and jackets

👁️‍🗨️ tries to mend your clothes for you but isn't super great at it, he does sew in funky shaped patches though

🪓 gives you any stuffies he finds when he's out

[littlespace-imagines]

I was wondering if you could do a ticci-toby x little reader story?

god I am FERAL for CG Toby, he's one of my comfort characters. I probably won't start a series or story unless someone requests it since I currently have 3(?) stories I'm writing on here and a few on my other blog,

Pairing: CG!Ticci Toby x reader

contains: short blurb, established relationship, cg/l dynamics, potentially poorly written tics/Tourettes, age regression

Toby's limbs felt heavy, maybe even a bit numb, as he trudged up the worn steps of the manor he shared with Slenderman and his fellow proxies. He tugged his goggles off and blinked rapidly at the sudden color change of the world around him before stumbling through his door with his neck making a cracking noise he was thankful he couldn't feel. The sight of his covers obviously covering someone made him pause and he tried his best to be quiet and gently pulled the blanket down and inspected you curled up in his bed, a wave of peace ran over him as he tugged his gloves off and allowed his scarred fingers to brush over your soft cheeks.

"He-hey there, wh-wh-what're you doing in he-re?" Toy asked, watching your eyes flutter open, his shoulders untensed a bit as a small smile came across his face, a rare expression with the gash in his cheek.

"Jus' couldnt sleep... and I don' wanna be alone." you said, your voice was slightly muffled from the blanket and Toby picked up on the slight mumbling of your words and tilted his head.

"Are you l-litt-le right-right now?" he asked, his fingers coming to brush through your hair, Toby was still getting used to your regression and the way you seemed to silently pop up and fidgeting nervously as if waiting to be pushed away which tugged on Toby's heartstrings or what was left of them. You gave a small nod and Toby nodded and forced himself to stand despite the wariness in his limbs, he cracked his neck and knuckles giving a low grunt as he did. He grabbed a change of sweatpants and a black wifebeater tank top and stepped in the bathroom for a moment to change and wash his hands and face really quick before he came back out, shutting off the light, and climbing into bed behind you and tugging you into his chest.

"L-lemme put some car-cartoons for y-you, yeah?" he mumbled, reaching over you and booting up the busted old laptop on his nightstand, within minutes Toby had the familiar sound of Courage the Cowardly Dog coming through the speakers. He tugged his arms around you, pulling your back into his chest, his toned arms creating a soothing compression around you, his non-damaged cheek resting against your hair as he felt the tension leave his body, taking deep breaths as the two of you settled in comfortably. Toby made a mental note to secure you a stuffed animal to help with the nights his missions had him sleeping somewhere else, but for now he enjoyed the trust and unspoken bond between the two of you, relishing in the fact that you came to his bed for respite.

[my-friend-the-unknown]

(Art by: @kousomii )

BloodBog: Toby Rogers

(Note: there are very many elements in this to his original story, but with a twist of me)

Toby Rogers from a young age was the subject of relentless bullying from his peers all throughout elementary and middle school. The kids would beat him up, throw food at him, pull his hair, call him vile names and even isolated him from anyone who would possibly want to be his friend. They called him things like "Ticci-Toby" or Tattletale, since his Tourette���s made him repeat words and phrases he heard.

His mother pulled him out of school in the 7th grade and began homeschooling him. Toby didn't mind, he was just happy to be able to spend more time with his mother and sister. He began to excel in homeschool, and he finally liked learning. His favorite subject of course, was History. Over the time of Toby being home, his father started to get increasingly worse. While he was never really that great, somehow even the devil himself can hit rock bottom. He started drinking more, being meaner to Toby and his sister, and he even started getting physical with Toby.

Thankfully, Toby couldn't feel it. His CIPA made sure of that. Even though the physical pain isn't there, it still tore him down with every hit he took. He would take beatings to protect his mother and his sister, because to him it didn't matter. He couldn't feel it anyways.

(Art by: @crushedsweets )

The worse Toby's father got, the worse Toby got. He began to pick and chew his nails - or more like his finger tips. He had full chunks missing out of his hands. When his mother noticed, she would bandage them up and sing to him. She would tell him to stop eating his hands and then would give him a big hug. He enjoyed these moments with his mother, and even without him realizing, he would keep hurting himself but so that he can have somebody take care of him. He wanted to fill the void. Toby would frequently stick by his sister. She was everything to him.

When their heathen of a father would act up, Toby and his sister, Lyra would sneak out the back door and leave in Lyra's car. They would drive all around the countryside blasting tunes so loud you could wake up a city. They would sing along to their hearts content and Toby cherished every moment of it. Since their father did this almost every night, they went out a lot. On this particular night, their dad hit Lyra across the face, leaving a bruise on her left eye and cheek. Lyra waited until the coast was clear and snuck out. When Toby found her, she was sitting in the driver's seat of her car bawling her eyes out. When she seen Toby come out the back door, Lyra tried to convince him to go back inside and go to bed. Toby, being the stubborn kid he is, told his big sister that he was coming with.

He ran to the passenger seat and buckled in. Lyra shined a soft smile at him, at his action of solidarity. They began driving down the roads near their house, listening to some of Lyra's favorite songs. Toby wasn't singing along this time, instead he was watching his big sister pour her heart out. He smiled at her, he couldn't believe someone so beautiful could be so reduced as a human.

Lyra looked over to Toby and gave him a comforting grin, but that's the last thing he seen of her. The tires started screeching and the car was being thrown in every direction possible. When Toby opened his eyes, the paramedics were pulling him out of the car. He frantically looked around for Lyra, but she wasn't there. When Toby gazed back to the car he was just in, he only saw red. Blood and shattered glass filled his view. The flipped car didn't help either. He began panicking and trying to fight the paramedics. He thought they hurt his sister. He began screaming for Lyra.

The paramedics managed to sedate him, and Toby re-awoke at the hospital.

(Art by: @nek0kun4k )

Because Toby couldn't feel pain, he didn't know his limits. As soon as his eyes opened in that hospital bed, he sprung up. His... father was there. In the room with him.

He yelled at Toby to lay back down, and as usual his temper went from 0-100 in seconds. He began screaming that it was Toby's fault Lyra was dead, that Toby killed her, that he's worthless and no son of his. Toby was used to his normal temper and freak outs, but what shocked him was when he said that Lyra was dead. Toby's heart began to race and his breathing became labored. He felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head any second. He ignored his dad and jumped out of the hospital bed. He ripped out the Iv's and oxygen tube and ran as fast as he could to find her. A nurse ended up stopping him in the process and questioned him. Toby explained who he was looking for, and the nurse gave him a sonder look. She brought him to Lyra's room where Toby's mom was. She was standing over the hospital bed with tears falling from her eyes. When she seen Toby come in she immediately pulled him in for a hug. She cried into little Toby's shoulder.

Toby walked up to Lyra's hospital bed and peeked at her from under the sheet. She didn't have any breathing tubes, IV's, nothing wired connecting her. She just laid there, motionless. Cold and motionless. Her body was stiff, and her face was mangled. When they crashed the car, she was thrown out the windshield. She suffered life-ending injuries. The ride home from the hospital was lonely to say the least. Toby sat in the backseat of the car, behind his mother. His father had already gone home days before. Toby watched as the trees flashed by his vision through the window. They were long gone within seconds, and he sat there and thought about what that meant for the world. The air in the car was suffocating and the silence stood still. Sometimes, his mom would glance at him through the rearview mirror. Her eyes looked tired, the darkness under them seemed to have been there for decades. Toby eventually started to recognize some side streets on the desolate country road and knew how close to home he was. The pit in his stomach began to sink deeper and deeper as he thought of going back to that house.

Pulling into the driveway, Toby could see his dad sitting on the front porch stairs, beer bottle in hand. Toby looked anxiously at his mom, who only gave him a soft smile back. It wasn’t a real smile, but it was one a grieving mother could give to her struggling son. Toby’s mom got out of the car first, walking up to Toby’s dad who was now approaching her. He stammered when he walked, he was very clearly drunk. That was normal for him, though.

Toby stayed behind in the car for a bit longer. He wasn’t ready to get out of the car. He watched as his father talked aggressively to his mother. He felt his blood start to boil, watching the small scene. He got out of the car, slamming the door shut. He walked up to his parents and before he could even say a word to any of them, Toby’s father began screaming at him. He yelled that Toby is the reason Lyra’s dead, that he wishes he never had a son and that he deserves everything he gets. Toby was used to his abuse and harsh words, but the one about Lyra hit harder.

Toby clenched his bandaged fists and began walking up to his dad. At this point he was seeing red, and since he couldn't feel pain anyways, he figured it wouldn't matter. That is until his mother gave him a sultry look. She didn’t have to use her words to convey a message to Toby. Seeing his mom, and thinking of how much it would hurt her if Toby acted upon his feelings, he backed off. He huffed and stormed inside the house. He went straight to his bedroom, and that’s where he sat for the next 3 weeks, He would barely even get up to use the bathroom for that time. His mother would bring him plates of food every day, and Toby could only take 2 or 3 bites before feeling sick to his stomach. She would come at night to change the bandages on his hands and head. That wasn’t the only way he was affected, he started hallucinating even worse. He would hear his sister's voice at night, beckoning him to go outside. He never listened, and always tried to block it out. One night he ended up actually following the voice. He walked into the hallway to see his sisters beaten and bloody corpse crawling towards his feet on the ground.

After that point, he never left his room even more. He stopped accepting food from his mother, and eventually she stopped even checking on him. It was almost like he was a ghost in his own house.

Toby had started a routine of gazing out his window at night, looking over the dark street that was only ever illuminated by a single streetlamp. The light from the lamp would always flicker, and Toby sometimes thought he would see a figure watching him. He always brushed it off as just another hallucination, but tonight was different. He got a clear look at the figure. It was tall and lanky, its head almost hit the top of the streetlamp. It had a blank, white face, and a business suit. It didn’t have a mouth, but it still spoke. It’s voice sounded like overwhelming TV static buzzing that pierced Toby’s ears.

“...do it....” It whispered. “..do it..”. Toby felt a mix of fear and confidence in what the voice was encouraging him to do. It was vague, but Toby could feel exactly what he felt he needed to do.

The next morning, he felt good enough to go downstairs for the first time in over 2 months. He sat down at the dinner table, in front of a healthy plate of bacon, eggs and toast, along with a glass of orange juice for some much-needed Vitamin D. It was his favorite breakfast and meal that his mom cooked for him. He sat across from his father, who didn’t even greet him. He sat, reading the newspaper. His mom sat beside him, eating her own hearty breakfast. The table was quiet aside from the sound of his father flipping the newspaper and utensils clanging on plates. The sun from the window above the sink sent a beaming ray onto the floor beside where Toby sat. The peacefulness of a day Toby considered normal was soon disrupted when he accidentally knocked over his orange juice glass, spilling all over the table and on his father.

His father, in a pure fit of rage, stood up from the table and threw aside his newspaper angrily, soaking it in the orange juice.

“You fucking mongaloid! You can never do anything, can you?!”. This made Toby stand up from his seat too. He jerked his neck with a crackling sound, which became a habit his Tourette's has bestowed apon him.

As his father continued berating him, Toby made a split minute descision and shoved his father to the ground. Despite his weakened state, Toby was still relatively strong. His dad landed on his back with a thud and stared up at Toby. Mainly in shock, but also anger. Toby stormed off back to his room, which had become his safe place. When he entered his room, he slammed the door shut so hard that it rattled the house. He ran over to his bed and laid down under the covers, crying until his eyes were bloodshot. He eventiually cried himself to sleep, and he woke up several hours later, 2AM to be precise. He jumped out of bed in a cold sweat and paced around the room. He told himself that tonight he would finally do it.

(Art by: @limmysky )

Toby snuck out of his room and walked down the hall. He passed by his parents room and peaked in the open door. His mother laid sleeping peacefully in her bed. He felt a pang of guilt for his future actions, but continued on. He tip-toed down the stairs and turned into the livingroom. His father was dozing off on the couch with his back facing Toby. The TV was playing a random late night show. Toby quietly snuck by his father and walked into the garage. The garage door made a creaking sound, which made Toby stop in his tracks. He looked back to his father on the couch, still unaware and half asleep. Toby entered the garage looking for one thing only. His father's tools. He rummaged through the tool desk until he found an old rusty hatchet with a worn wooden handle and grabbed it. Laying next to the old hatchet was a nice, sharp newer one with a bright orange handle. He grabbed that one too. Dual-wielding the hatchets, he crept back slowly into the livingroom and before he exited the garage he noticed a box of matches laying on the table next to the door. He pocketed the matches and continued on.

He walked up behind his father on the couch and contemplated for a few seconds. He never thought he would be committing acts like this, but in his mind it felt right. It lit a sweet fire in his soul.

Without missing a beat, he raised the new orange hatchet above his father's head with one hand, about to strike down. For some reason, his father woke up and turned around. He had a horrified look on his face as he noticed Toby with the weapons. He was about to start pleading but Toby let the hatchet down on the side of his fathers neck, ending with a crunch sound. The gurgling noise his father made was like music that only a psychopath could hear.

Toby's mother came rushing down the stairs upon hearing the commotion. Toby turned to look at his mother, stripped sweater splattered with blood. His mother began screaming and ran upstairs to call the cops. Toby, without thinking pulled out the matches and stared at them. He put the hatchets on his belt and ran back to the garage to get gasoline, which had been previously sitting beside the family car. He spread the gasoline on the floor starting from the garage all the way to the livingroom and then finally the kitchen. He lit the matches and dropped it into the gasoline trail, which instantly went ablaze. Toby stared at the scene infront of him and with a smile, he ran out of the house.

(Art by: unknown)

Police sirens could be heard in the distance, which meant that Toby had little time to escape. He ran to the forest behind his house and stood at the property line, looking back. He thought of his mother and hoped she had escaped, but if she didn't at least he saved her from his father. Without thinking for another second, he turned around and ran into the woods.

He seemed to have made some great distance into the dense trees. When he looked back the way he came he couldn't see anything. He stood there, staring around him at the woods. He was definitely lost.

When he turned around to continue walking, the figure that he seen every night appeared before him. With a loud painful buzzing in Toby's ears, he dropped to the ground clenching his head. The sound was much worse when you stood at the feet of the creature. It spoke again.

"Tobias.... It is your time now..." He stretched out a hand in front of Toby, beckoning him to take it. Toby looked up the monster, and hesitantly took his hand. As soon as they made contact, he telephoned Toby and himself out of there.

Toby arrived infront of an old, run down looking mansion. The man, who he now knows as "The Operator" stood beside him at the entrance. Without looking at Toby, he spoke.

"I saved you, in exchange that you work for me." Toby looked up at The Operator. This was the first time he had seen him face to face. Toby had seen him previously when he had his "visions", but the real life thing was far more scarier. He had no choice in the matter, as he previously agreed to the operators deal to safe himself.

Thus, he began working tirelessly under the Operator.

(Art by: @holo_designs)

(^^^ aka me ^^^)

Now that the story portion is done, I also wanted to mention that I have made a playlist of songs that I think Toby would listen to. I'll be making one for each character in my AU.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hope your okay but a child reader who can beat ass if they wanted to but keeps calm a lot maybe Scps creepy pasta AND MAYBE Sally face crew

Various x Child reader who is really good at fighting

Ticci toby

★You where introduced to Toby as a proxy-in-training. Slenderman had deemed you a useful asset to the manor so he wasn't able to contests you for your young age.

★He likes having someone closer to his age to talk to. Don't get him wrong he likes his fellow proxy's but they're adults and Toby's still a teen so he ends up alone when not on a mission.

★when he sees you fight someone older and bigger than you (Jeff) he notices that you're very good at blocking attacks and will ask you to teach him.

★He really wants to ask why you were taught to fight but he doesn't know if it's a sensitive subject??

Jeff the killer

★thinks it's badass that you, a unassuming child can beat the hell out of a adult.

★he periodically try's to get you to knock out people who he finds annoying or just because it's funny...

★However if you beat him in a fight it will be a completely different deal. He doesn't take well to being bested by a child and will remain but hurt upset for awhile. (Ben called it karma), for the sake of his ego just let him win.

Laughing Jack

(In my au he only kills adults and older teenagers)

★He wants to be friends with you at first he was literally made for children. He ends up asking Sally about you to hopefully get some information about things you like.

★The first thing he does is make you a small teddy bear as a gift. Except it's head can be removed to reveal a taser that was sewed inside as a hidden weapon.

★You can bet zalgo you adore that bear, you end up carrying it everywhere much to his delight. But once he sees you use it as a taser there's no going back, he's making you another (dozen) hidden weapons.

★The weapons aside he would invite you to play teaparty with him and Sally very frequently.

Angle Dust

★No matter how many times he's seen it before he always laugh's whenever a sinner who thinks they found a easy target attacks you. This typically results in you defending yourself by breaking many bones.

★its probably because you're very unassuming to most and because of it you are often underestimated.

★you takes you drinking with him sometime don't tell Charlie or Vaggie

SCP 682 (hard to destroy reptile)

★You first met during a containment breach, you had taken the opportunity to run for it while everyone else was busy trying to re-contain 682.

★Sadly you had only made it through a few hallways before coming face to face with 682. A security guard had grabbed you by the shoulder to pull you away but you didn't want to go back and flipped them to the ground.

★While 682 crushed the guard between it's teeth you ran between it and the wall to get to a hole it had made that lead to the outside.

★682 asks the resurchers about you, as it was clear that you weren't a normal human, however he doesn't get a answer. You come back to the containment facility to free the other SCP's trapped in it.

Sal Fisher

★why... why would you need to know this? I mean, he would understand if you where a bit older but you're young.

★You probably moved to nockfell after him and he would want to make shure you stay away from the cult. But seeing as you can keep yourself safe he doesn't worry about it to much.

★ Todd doesn't believe him when he is told about you're fighting skills and Larry volunteers to help you show him.

★He introduces you to Megan so you bolth can have a friend closer to your own age. You actually get along with her pretty well.

[childoftermina]

My Rules for this Blog

What I write;

-headcannons (any yes, also x reader)

-match-ups

-lil scenarios (depends on what is requested)

-MIGHT write NSFW

What I will not write;

-OC x Anyone, I'm sorry

-Match-ups that don't include your age//I don't match up people that under the age of 16!!

-Ben x anyone

-Sally x anyone

What characters I write for;

-Slenderman

-Trenderman

-Splendorman

-Jeff the Killer

-Homicidal Liu

-BEN drowned (fanon)

-Candy Pop

-Moth boy

-Lyet

-Nathan the Nobody

-Jason the Toymaker

-The Puppeteer

-Dollmaker

-Bloody Painter

-Laughing Jack

-Masky

-Hoodie

-Eyeless Jack

-Jane the Killer

-Sally Williams

-Zero

-Nurse Ann

-Judge Angels

-Suicide Sadie

-Kate the Chaser

-Ciara Heloise

-Nina the Killer

-Kelbris

-Ifrit

-Rosa

-Sonic.EXE

-Tailsdoll

-Herobrine

-Dark Link

-The X

-X Virus

-Vergo

-the Rake

-Seedeater

-Smile.dog

-grinny cat

-Lost Silver

-Glithy Red

-Frankie

-Isaac

-Nick Vanill

-William Afton (fnaf)

-Michael Afton (fnaf)

-Henry Emily (fnaf)

-general afton family (fnaf, no x reader!!!)

-Brahms Heelshire (the boy 2016)

-Billy Lenz (black christmas 1974)

What characters I won't write for;

-Ticci Toby*

-Clockwork*

-Offenderman {I used to, though}

-Behavioral Event Network (at least not currently, since only getting asked abt BEN is annoying considering I have said everything I wanted to say about them already!!)

*Their creators don't want them in the Fandom anymore, so I will respect that.

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-put the hashtags I used

-please just credit me and don't claim my work or art as your own

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-be polite

-don't send sexual messages

-please don't expect me to keep in touch {texting others always makes me so so so anxious}

Why answering your requests may take some time;

-I am procrastinating

-I am doing re-search on the requested character

My writing is not always sweet and happy, as I do not picture the characters I write for to be all UWU and happy, I am sorry. Please remember that HEADCANONS are NOT FACTS, just my own personal headcanons I come up with.

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About me, the author;

You may call me Emi, Evelynn or Elvira! My pronouns are she/her. I've been in the creepypasta for over a decade, and never ever left my creepypasta phase. I am multi-fandom yet creepypasta is my absolute fave. I love and appreciate every one of you guys! If you'd like, you could also follow me on Instagram:

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Sight (Ticci Toby x Reader)

Re-living the Past Since that day Tim been running away from home at night but always been discovered by Rosswood Park passed out with bruises and cuts on his body. But at times when he been discovered at the park had a small photo in his pocket of his missing sister. He was treated at the hospital multiple times for illness he had during the day before leaving the house once again. During, the midst of the little girl missing and having Tim running away; CPS was investigating more onto Tim's parents. At first, they looked like a normal family they have a good home, good workplace, everything looked like a normal family function but why was the one child disappeared and the other kept running away. They looked at the hospital files of the siblings their regular checkup is up to date, but the time that took them back was Tim medical files stating that he been having nausea, blacking out, nosebleeds, etc. In the bottom of every medical report, it said that Tim had been having hallucinating. One of the nurses wrote that Tim would have screamed and shouted that there was a tall, slender person outside the window and it was going to get him. Tim would have a panic attack trying to get out of the hospital room that he was in. The nurses had to use haloperidol on the Tim to calm down his hysteria; besides knowing that Tim could have another bad seizure. CPS agent was disgusted with how the medical teams would subbed a child and knowing that Tim has seizures already and knowing that the medical relaxer could be even fatal for a child that had his medical record. The agent left the hospital, but not without filling a report against the nurses and doctors that used that drug at Tim. Another week past and the agent found not one but multiple phone recordings of Tim's parents and a known stranger; stating that the missing infant would be exchanged after a kid's party. Every phone call from that caller was scheduled at the same hour every day. But one of the recording both Agent and the caller hear a voice in the background. "You're not going to take my little sister away from me" Tim shouted but not too loudly because of his little sister sleeping in his arms. Both people ignore the child. The agent got more curious and listened to the call more carefully. The agent heard in the background including the call. "Tim be silent for once" scold an older female "No! You aren't going to take my baby sister" shrieked Tim "Tim!" The older women yelled in frustration. A small child was crying. "See what you did Tim you made her cry" screamed the older female "It wasn't me that woke (y/n) up from screaming" sneered Tim Tim walked up to the female and took his little sister away from them and walked out from the area. "Where do you think you are taking her." yelled the female Tim stopped where he was "away from both of you" shouted Tim. and walked out the door with a slam. The agent looked bewildered and was disgusted at the phone called between the female and the two men. She had enough evidence to get Tim's parents and the men behind bars. The things are; it still doesn't give them clues of where did Tim took the small infant and whom he gave the infant to. Then it might be that Tim wouldn't remember since they found him semi-conscious. The agent had a phone called stating that Tim was admitted to another hospital again and was screaming that there was a tall, slender man outside his window. When the agent reached to the hospital they saw Tim being sedated once again one of the nurses told the agent how Tim was fine one minute and the next he was screaming and throwing things at the window. That they need to sedate him so he would hurt himself and other around him. The agent knew that Tim need to get some help, so they arrange Tim to a *psychiatric hospital. After months of searching and courts appearance, the little girl was never found nor the knows where about her hasn't appeared at all. Tim was in the care of a family member but he was mainly in the hospital to get treatment that he 'need it' for that time.  ____________________________________________________________ -In Court- The Jury and Judge were disgusted by the parents and the man while they were sympathetic towards Tim. The charges that the parents and the man had where Child endangerment, child trafficking and neglect of 2 children. Since Tim was a minor when the little girl disappears from his arms he wasn't charged since the court thought that he was ambushed trying to save his little sister from the deal that the parents made. The judge sent them to 16 years in prison where they can't contact Tim and if it's possible to have the little girl to appear again they as well can't have contacted with them. They lost their parental rights for both Tim and (Y/n). However, the judge also stated that if the girl appeared and if Tim was at the right age and getting help and using medication like he should he could get custody of the child if he wanted too. ___________________________________________________________ ~ 2 weeks Later~ The missing case of (Y/n) was closed since there weren't any type of leads for the investigators could take afterward. The rest of the family members had a small light visual with some of the community members joined too. Tim stayed back of everyone looking at the balloons being released into the sky. When he hears a small child giggle behind him. He looked and saw a someone caring a little girl waving at him. Tim wave back before he fell into unconscious once again.  ____________________________________________________________ Present Time~ Masky bolted up from the old couch from where was sleeping on; he, hoodie, Toby, and Sally finished a mission that it took a good while for them to finish now they need to stay in an abandoned house that they found to hide in for the mean time. Sally looked up at Masky confused. Masky walked up to the window and looked outside to see that it was dusk already they need to head back to Slender's hideout. "Sally where the other?" asked Masky "Toby is in the kitchen eating waffles that he got the earlier today and Hoodie outside" answered Sally while playing with her bear. "Alright; tell Rogers that we are about to head back to Slender's," said Masky as he walked outside to see Hoodie. Hoodie hear the door open and closing behind him he knew it was Masky "So you decided to wake up huh," said Hoodie in his voice changer Masky tsk. "Will we have to rest up before we head back since the freaking police is looking for us" "You mean Rogers right" replied Hoodie Masky didn't answer, he kept looking at the back yard. "You know Splendor nor Trender wouldn't let anything bad happen to her right?" questioned Hoodie Masky still didn't answer. "Tim! I know you worried about her but you know that she never gets hurt while being in the care of those two; especially if something happens to her, the boss will have their heads" Hoodie paused for a moment. "I know you been having those dreams since we did those videos to get Alex away from the boss's agenda. She is not going away; nothing bad is going to happen to her." "I know but it's still bother me. It's a big brother thing you know" exhale Masky Hoodie nodded "We need to head back soon. Before I slept; there was word that the police are considering looking at abandon house to look for us." remember Masky "Yeah, I'll check if Rogers didn't leave any hand-prints in the house" Hoodie said as he when back into the house. Masky just stayed outside looking at the yard taking in a deep breath trying to get the nagging feeling away from him.      _________________________________________________ Quick Author Note *If you seen Marble Hornet and Night Mind explaining the Marble Hornet and the Slenderverse you know what i meant by the hospital.  ** I wanted to describe Masky voice but for me its kind a hard since I'm always hearing David Near voice acting of Masky voice instead of Tim Sutton himself (idk why i cant describe voices at the moment. I'm kind a sleep-deprived at the moment) 

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