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Episode Date: May 4, 2025

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demand a submission. Welcome back to Creepcast This is a story We wanted to throw in a all-timer known as Tiki Toby As per usual, I've never read this But Isaiah seems to have quite a

quite a nice history with it. Oh, it's a work of art, surely. I only pick the best. I mean, clearly look at creepypasta.com. I mean, has nine. What is, hold on, I lost it because a Super Mario rip-off game in Japanese pop up just destroyed the screen. It has 9.1 out of 10 stars. Who would rate the story so highly? Almost a perfect score. Almost. I mean, this has to be a perfect story. with four thousand and seven hundred and forty votes yeah so almost almost five thousand people have come here and said this is a near perfect story near when you look at when you look at the tags for it how what kind of perfect story would not be tagged with things such as gore mental illnesses i would love to i would love to read the tags if i if i may yeah go ahead

or or yeah yeah so it says this was written in march second 2015. Ooh, 10 year, 10 year anniversary. Good for us. So these are the text. It says, deaths, murders, and disappearances, famous creepypasta, slasher's and gore, arson, arsens, creepypasta classics, crimes, deaths, castaway, mental illness, murders, serial killers, slasers, sociopaths, stabbings, tiki toby,

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for me there Isaiah was tiki toby anime really curious to see how that correlates with arson. Look, that tells you everything you need to know about the demographic of people who look up and read these things. You know, I think that there might be some cross-pollination there. I'm so excited to read Tiki Toby here.

I feel like, you know, listen, I don't think that I'm, it's not a bear trap to say that this is going to be a Jeff the killer kind of thing. But I want to see how does this stand on its own two feet? because this is such a high score. Yeah, for for absolutely legitimate non-sarcastic reasons, I assure you. I feel like this wasn't the beginning of Tiki Toby. I feel like he was like a fan art creation originally or something like that.

And then someone wrote this story. So it's kind of like slender man. Because what was not? Is it the origin of slender man? Yeah, kind of. Because there's never been like a main story. The closest thing was like the marble. Hornet series.

There's never been like a main hardline story for him. But I could be wrong on that, but I feel like Tiki Toby came before this story did or like people actually put notes to him. It was mostly like anime-esque fan art. Yeah. Okay. So I wanted to bring that up because when looking this up, there was a lot of anime fan art. We can post them here.

And there was also a lot of live action like like cosplay of this character. So I'm guessing just the infamous. blood-stained face with the glasses and the Justin Bieber hair and the hood. Yeah. So mysterious guy, right? Which we find this a lot. People get all soupy and goopy leaving snail trails over their seats over these like bad boy murderers. We, we find that a lot in these stories. So I'm guessing Tiki Toby is going to fall into that into that barometer. Yeah, I, uh, yeah, like you said, not exactly a bearer trap. I think it's kind of evident, but it will be something. It's a classic. It's a classic. It needs.

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absolutely so here we go time to begin long grown homes seem to go on and on the road continued to stretch in front of the vehicle endlessly the light that shone through the brain

branches of the tall green trees danced around the window in random patterns. Every once in a while, obnoxiously shining in your eyes. The surroundings were full of deep green trees forming a forest around the road. The only sound was the sound of the car's engine as it traveled down the path. It was peaceful and left a serene feeling. Although the ride seemed like a nice one, it lacked every form of nice from its two passengers. Middle-aged woman behind the steering wheel had neat, short, brown hair. that fit her complexion quite well.

She wore a green V-neck T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Diamond study earrings decorated each of her ears, which partially showed from behind her haircut. She had deep green eyes, which her shirt brought out, and the lighting seemed to make them more noticeable. There wasn't anything significant about her appearance. She looked like any other average mother you would see on TV shows and the like. However, the one thing that made her different than the average mothers

was a dark bag she had under her eyes. Her facial expression was gloomy and sad, although she genuinely looked like someone who smiled a lot. She would sniffle every once in a while and occasionally glance in the rearview mirror to look at her son in the backseat, who was hunched over partially, with his arms held tied around his chest

and his head pressed against the cold window. The boy lacked any normal appearance, and anyone could plainly see there was something wrong with him. His messy brown hair went every which way, and the luminescent lighting brought out his pale, almost gray skin. Is that it's just a rotting corpse in the back scene? His eyes were dark. See, they're giving, they're setting up here and see, they're trying to do something.

They, the author's doing something cute here. They're doing, you know what? Yeah, he looks kind of weird. But then they kind of, they don't ever really say like, oh, his almost pale, almost gray skin. It's just, it feels, it feels very animated. doesn't it leaning against the cold window looking out longingly arms crossed whatever it's like yeah he's he's just not like the other guys which was like crack for the average readers i feel yeah i feel like they're people are already daydreaming they're already you know contemplated mother who

you know this kid's a handful and i want him to be my in my handful oh his life so hard isn't it so his tragedy his eyes were dark unlike his mothers and he wore a white t-shirt and scrub pants that had been provided for him by the hospital god clothes he had worn before were so shredded and bloodstained

that they weren't wearable anymore the right side of his face bared a few cuts along with a split eyebrow his right arm was bandaged all the way to the shoulder which had been shredded when his right side hit the shattered glass his injuries appeared to be pain

When in reality, he couldn't feel anything. This was just one of the glories of being him. One of the challenges he had to face while growing up was growing. Oh, I forgot about that. I forgot he had a superpower. Wait, right, spoils! Spoils! It's this sentence.

This was just one of the glories of being him. One of the challenges he had to face while growing up was growing up with a rare disease that caused him to be completely numb to pain. That's awesome. Never before had he felt himself. get hurt. We've had something like that, right? Never before had he felt himself get hurt. There's been another. Was that the Jeff the killer thing? Well, Jeff the killer was that his face got burnt. Well, yeah, but wasn't it burned that he couldn't feel anything anymore? No, no, no. He cut his, he's cut his eyelids off so that he would never go

to sleep. That was a thing. Of course. It never said, and he cut a smile into his face. Never says he can't feel pain. Okay. But here, it's like our character was born. with a condition that makes him not feel pain. He can't feel anything. That makes it. It's like, uh, it's like, what's his name? It's like kick ass from the movie. It's, uh, he can't feel pain. He can't feel pain. But see, this is the part where also the people are like,

but I can change him. But he can feel love by bed. He can feel he needs to, he needs to want to feel pain. That's the difference. He needs to want to feel a lot. Or like, or he's like, I don't deserve that. I see. Yeah. I don't deserve to feel pain, babe. Yeah. I don't want to feel anything at all. That's what I deserve. Oh, don't worry. It gets better.

So, oh my gosh. I actually forgot about this. I completely, I completely forgot why he's called Tiki Toby until we started. I'm having so many flashbacks. Oh, this is written from such a different time in the internet. I forgot about this. Okay. He could have lost an arm and felt nothing.

The other major disorder he had faced, which was the one that deemed him many insulting nicknames in the short time he attended grade school before he switched to homeschooling was his Tourette's syndrome, which caused him to tick and twitch in ways he couldn't control. I forgot about that. They call him Tiki Toby because he has Tourette's tureticks. Yes, yes. I had 100% mental block that, but yes, he doesn't. does. If I remember right, there's like five other disorders he has. Of course. There's a lot of damage. Yeah. He's damaged goods. Yeah. It's like it's like the author was so desperate to like cram every disability. They can think they throw in the homeschool thing

because it's also not only is it like, well, people don't understand me, but it's people yearning to be like, God, I wish I was homeschooled. I wish you didn't have to go back to my school. You think it was one of those things? And also it's like the ultimate. form of like society doesn't understand yeah i just have such a black sheep yeah i i was homeschooled for a couple years when i was a kid and i can definitely say i was like that that this story would have appealed to me being like yeah i'm different i am damaged i'm so i am broken yeah i'm sorry i am tiki toby yeah you're tiki toby so you have turrets and stuff too i am broken pancakes pancakes okay we can we have we we need it we we need it we

You got to cut that one. We have to cut the dredge take for it, actually. Hold on a second. Hold on, pause. Pause. Pancakes, pancakes. Okay, I'm not going to do it. I'm done.

No more. We have to get it out now. I think you are. I think you're going to keep going. I think you can't help yourself. I don't stand by him. I don't condone him. You do.

Look, whatever problems you have with him, I probably have as well. we can come to agree with us. Stand right by me at the altar as I whisper pancakes not on this not on this one absolutely not pancakes

what where was I even I forgot what sense is it was this Tourette's syndrome control I got it yeah yeah he would crack his neck uncontrollably and twitch every once in a while

the kids would tease him and call him Tiki Toby and they mocked him with exaggerated twitching and laughing it got so bad he had to turn to homeschooling it was too hard for him to be in a common learning environment

with seemingly every kid poking or more like stabbing fun at him. I like how the teachers don't do anything either. All right, kids, calm down. They're all like, do, do, do, do, do, do, do you. The teacher was probably you and making fun of him along with the other students. Yeah, don't make fun of Toby and his pancakes.

No, I'm not laughing at him. I just remembered a really funny joke. Please, kids. and I'm like I give a kid five bucks Twitch more at him Twitch at him Make it worse Yeah exactly

And then you're in the principal's office You're in the principal's office with the kid Like I have no idea what he's talking about Yeah I don't know That's drug money I've seen him He's selling Adderall in school He should be kicked out That's how he has all this extra cash

It's like the fifth grade Yeah the kids like Adewal I'm like give me the drugs Yeah go into his locker Where is it? where's your stash kids just crying yeah I plan

you're trafficking these aren't you what cartel are you working with I fucking planted four pounds of Adderall in his locker four pounds four pounds it's a lot four pounds I'm like oh really you don't know what it is

where'd you get the hooch he's like I don't know what that is also if you're wait yeah what grade we say fifth grade I said how old is a fifth grader I mean, that's not what the story said. The story hasn't said how old he is.

I said fifth grade because the visual of you accusing the fifth grader. Yeah, that's fine. I'm saying, okay, so the voice works then. I don't know what that is. Yeah, he's 10. Okay, he's done. That's fine. And then the image of you going to a principal and be like,

I think they've got a meth lab under the school. Listen, I think they're going to listen. I see him talk with this Chinese guy before school every day and he gives him a big bag of pills. I'm not trying to rustle any feathers here. I'm just saying. saying that i think he's got a source uh yeah uh mr hancock that's mr lee the english teacher you're referring to and they would talk to him because that's the back of the room i've met you six times i'm like oh hey where'd you get we have worked together at the school for four years now

i'm tenured actually oh my god this is so not like me i am so sorry i just have like cocaine dust all over my nose i am so sorry this is so this is so this is so not like me. You walk out of the principal's office and you go to the assistant principal, like I think the principal's in on it. I think he's getting a cut. I think the principal. I think the principal's selling Adderall to the kids. Call the superintendent immediately.

All the pills are just like falling out of my pocket on the ground. These are vitamins. Don't look at these. These are omega fish oils. But you want to give me that. Well, I can give you one for $5. It doesn't matter. Just either or give it. Give it. Mr. Mr. Hank. You were brought up here because you have to quit calling the parents of the children in your class with disabilities and saying that it would be funny if you kept making fun of them when they're home.

I didn't. I didn't do that. And on a related note, you cannot steal Adderall prescriptions from children who have legitimate diagnosis. Yeah, you can't go into the, you can't go into the special needs wing. of the school and steal prescription papers from the kids that you just cannot do that i didn't know i couldn't go in there i was just picking up papers we also at this time and it's insane i have to say this but you have to quit accusing mr lee of operating a chinese drug smuggling i refuse out of the fifth grade special i refuse i refuse i don't know what he's doing i don't even know he's from michigan i don't know what connection you think he has to

Chinese How fast do you think Until that guy gets fired Until the teacher gets fired You He has a fifth A fifth grade teacher Well it seems like

You kept phrasing it like You can't keep doing this To where it's like It's a fifth grade teacher And he's blaming the one Asian guy Of being some selling Adderall to the kids There's no way that guy is staying for He gets a one and done

All right maybe you slip up one time but you keep screaming pancakes at the kid with Tourette's in class and say he has Adderall connections you're you're like I think you shrugged you're like what where's this coming from what did I do wrong I'm being I'm being targeted this is discrimination of course also we're still reading a story I forgot yeah yeah the story yeah about that the story uh uh where's even uh oh stopey stared blankly out the window yeah yeah yeah I'd like to take a quick moment to thank today's sponsor AG1 Those who are here for my channel will know that AG1 is your daily, drinkable dose of importament vitamins and minerals,

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His face empty of any emotion In every few minutes a shoulder, arm, or foot would twitch Every bump that the car tires hit Would make his stomach turn Toby Rogers was the boy's name And the last time Toby remembered riding in a car Was when it crashed That's all he thought about

Unconsciously replaying everything he remembered Before he blacked out Over and over again Toby had been the lucky one His sister had not been so lucky when the thought of his sister came he couldn't help the tears that wiled up in his eyes. The horrible memories

replayed in his mind. Her screaming that had cut off when the front of the car was smashed in. It all went blank for a moment before Toby opened his eyes to see his sister's body. Her forehead pierced with glass shards. Her hips and legs crushed under the force of the steering wheel

and her torso pushed in front the two late inflated airbag. That was the last thing he had seen of his dear old sister. The road home continued on for what seemed like forever. It took so long to get home because his mom wanted to avoid the side of the crash. When the surroundings gave way to a familiar neighborhood, they were both more than ready to get out of the car and step back into their own home.

It was an older neighborhood with quaint little houses all next to each other. The car drove in front of a blue house with white window panes. They both quickly noticed the old vehicle. that was parked in front of the house and the familiar figure that stood in the driveway. Toby felt automatic anger and frustration take over him

at the side of his father. His father, who wasn't there. His mother pulled the car up in the driveway beside him before turning off the engine and preparing to step out and face her husband. Why is he here? Toby said quietly as he looked back at his mother who reached to open the car door.

He's your father, Toby. He's here because he wants to see you. His mother responded in a monotone voice, trying to sound less shaky. Yet, couldn't drive up to the hospital to see Lira before she died. Toby narrowed his eyes out of the window. He was drunk that night, honey. He couldn't drive. Dude, wife of the year.

Wife of the year! That's awesome. God damn it, Toby, we've said this before. He was drunk. He couldn't drive or else he would have been there. It's like, that's that. Yeah. When is he not?

It's awesome. Your father works hard at the beer drinking factory. Yeah, exactly. Food on this table. Listen, he went out and had a fiver with his friends. He couldn't drive. It's hard to be the drink tester at Miller Light, but he does it for this family. He does it for us.

For us, Tiki Toby. I mean Toby. Not you too, Bob. Pancakes. Pancakes. Mr. Hancock's been talking to you, hasn't he? He's been calling you. Well, Mr. Haycock's would sell me Adderall for three weeks.

And I'm laser-focused right now. I'm locked, man. Whatever you say, don't say that to your father he's been drinking. Toby pushed the door open before his mother and stumbled out onto the driveway where he met his father's gaze before looking down at his feet with a stern expression. His mother stepped out before him and met her husband's eyes before walking around the car. His father opened up his arms, expecting a hug from his wife, but she walked past him and put her arm around Toby's shoulder and started leading him inside. Connie?

Her husband began in a raspy voice. What? No welcome home hug, huh? Wasn't Connie the name of the wife in Dionea house? It all is full circle. It's all the little wines, little wines are open all over the driveway. Hold on. Let me make sure I'm right.

It all comes full circle. What, baby, you don't want to give me a home? Is it actually? That's his wife. behind the house. Yes. He's back. I love it. Yes. What, what? Eric. Eric, that's his name. Yeah, it's Eric's wife.

So you're not going to get me into welcome home hugger, baby. You're going to have the weird Tourette's kid who's, he's always, he's got an Adderall addiction, Connie. Hold on. What was that Eric? Was it Eric or Mark? I can't fucking remember. Yeah, whichever. whichever one eat me like a bug is his wife was Connie exactly so now this is the ending of that

story he did it yeah this is this is where it picks back up luckily we're building the universe his son is sticky toby the creepy cat the creepy pasta universe all is connected these little doorways yes he's back again Oh, man. Okay, so yeah. She ignored her husband's obnoxious words and walked past him with her son under her arm. Hey, he's 16. Or, hey, he's 16.

He can walk by himself. His father began to follow them in. He's 17. Connie glared back at him before opening the door in the house and stepping inside. You fucking mother time in just no everybody's age. Fuck you, Connie. You guys You're best friends of them

You just know what's his birthday then On the top of your head What's his birthday then Well you say It's like you're better than me Because you were there when he was born Oh so okay So you know

60, 17, good for you Good for you baby That's why he's so pretty He's so smart He's still in the flower pot Yeah, exactly I have to shuffle over And come give me a kiss

Hey, Toby, pancakes, right? He loves them. I'm fucking with you. I'm fucking with you. Connie, I went to that teacher's meeting the other day, and there was a, there was a teacher there gave me a lot of Adderall. He was a really cool. He gave me a big handful of Adderall.

I took off them, sweet. I took off him, and I said, I drank those high lives. Like you said, I shouldn't, but I did. And on your Rupac's on a cake. It hurts. It hurts bad. Did she go and sack him? It's about to be smarts.

Toby's just standing there listening to all of this. Yeah, he's like still moody and stuff. He's sitting, he's staying. No, no, no. He's on the front porch, but he's on like, he's like on the, like a bench on the side of the house. And he's like sitting like, uh, L from death note. He's like, you guys, you guys are stupid pancakes.

What's the death note? character that's like pale white with the black hair. Yeah, L, that's L. Is that L? Okay. Yeah, I think it is. Yeah, I'm pretty sure. That's what I see. That's who I see in my mind. That's how he's sitting on the, on the guard, on the bench. And his dad's just at a flower pot. Oh, man. Connie, Connie was like a biblical level pole for us. Oh, right there. God. It's beautiful.

Oh, all right. So now, back to Toby's line. That's you. He's 17. Connie glared back at him before opening the door to the house and stepping inside. Toby, why don't we get you in your room to rest, okay? I'll come get you when dinner's ready. No, I'm 16. I can walk by myself. Toby said sarcastically and glared back at his father before stumbling up the small staircase and turning into his room, where he slamed the door violently.

His little room didn't have much in it, just a small bed, a dresser, window and his walls had a few picture frames of his family back when they were a family for his father became an alcoholic and acted violently toward the rest of the family toby remembered when he was arguing with his mom and he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to the floor god damn when lyra that's rough that's another thing these riders always they will throw super heavy imagery do you remember the one we were reading about the little stuff puppet and it's like, uh, aborted fetuses were hanging everywhere. Yeah.

They will take super heavy three themes and just dive bomb them into stories. Oh, yes. Completely haphazardly over. It's, it's, it's beautiful. It's funny to be like, I'm mad at my dad because he didn't come see my sister before she died. Anyway, I remember the time he grabbed my mom's hair and shoved her into the wall. Yeah.

It hit you like a freight train because he's sitting there. He's just like, also I like how they're like, his room was small. Yeah, he had a drawer. He had a dresser and bed. Nice pictures of his family. Like the room doesn't sound that bad. And it's just like, he also remembers the time that his dad grabbed the root of his mom's hair and drove her face to the floorboards and beat it half to death. You're like, what?

It's just insane. He's like, yeah, but you know, he doesn't think about that all the time. But it does happen sometimes. Toby remembered when he was arguing with his mom and he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to the floor. and when Lyra had to try to break it up, he pushed her and she hit her back on the corner of the kitchen counter. Toby could never forgive him for what he did to his mother and sister. Never. Toby didn't care how much his father beat him down.

He couldn't feel it anyway. What he did care about was how he intentionally hurt the only two people he cared about. And when he was waiting in the hospital where his sister took her last breaths, the only one who didn't rush there was his dad. Toby stood by the window and looked out at the street. He could have sworn he saw something out of the corner of his eye, but quickly blamed it on the meds he was on. Oh, my gosh, I forgot about this.

Oh, Hunter, you are in for a treat. Okay. When dinner time had come, and his mother called up to him, Toby came down the stairs and hesitantly sat down at the table across from his father, and in between his mother in an empty chair. It was quiet as his parents picked at their food, but Toby refused to eat. Instead, he just watched his dad with a blank stare.

His mother caught on to his staring and elbowed him slightly. Toby looked over at her slightly and then down at his uneaten food, which he still didn't touch. Toby laid in bed. Or it's supposed to say late in bed. It's the typo and says he laid in B. Tony laid in B. He pulled his covers over his head and stared at the window. He was tired, but there was no way he would fall asleep.

He couldn't. There was too much to think about. He had been debating on whether or not to follow his mother's directions and forgive his father or continue holding a grudge with his boiling hatred. He heard his door creak open and his mother patted into the room, set on the bed next to him. She reached over and rubbed his back, which had been turned to her. I know it's hard, Dobie. Trust me. I understand. But I promise you it will get better.

She said softly. What is he going to leave? Toby said with an innocent tone in his shaky voice. Connie let her gaze fall down to her feet. I don't know, honey. He's staying as far as I know. Tony didn't respond. He just continued to look forward to the wall,

holding his damaged arm near his chest. After a few minutes of silence, his mother sighed before she leaned in to kiss his cheek and stood up to walk out of the room. Good night. She said she closed the door. The hours passed slowly, and Toby couldn't quit tossing and turning. Every time he let his imagination take over, he heard the screeching of tires, the screaming of his sister,

and he would uncontrollably jerk in bed. He threw off his cover and lying on his back, he pulled his pillow over his face and cried into it. He could hear his own pitiful weeping. He could have been screaming and crying if he didn't press his pillow under his face. after a few seconds he threw the pillow off his face and sat up hunched over holding his head and breathing roughly tears streaming from his eyes couldn't help but he tried to keep it in but he couldn't stop the whining and whimpering as he sat there shaking he inhaled before he stood up and walked around his bed to the window and peered out taking deep breaths trying to calm down he rubbed his eyes and looked out at the group of tall pine trees across the street he stopped suddenly and his gaze slowly centered on something standing under the street light. He heard ringing in his ears and couldn't look away. Figure stood beside the streetlight, about two feet shorter than it did,

long arms straped at its sides, as it stared up at him with non-existing eyes. Figer had no facial features to speak of. No eyes, no mouth, no nose. It had held Toby's hypnotized stare, seemingly peering into his very being. the ringing in his ears grew louder and louder each second he stared before suddenly it all went black the next morning toby woke in his bed he felt different he wasn't tired at all and when he consciously woke up it felt like he had been lying there awake for hours he had no thoughts flowing

through his mind he set up slowly and stumbled over to the wall but when he stood he automatically felt dizzy. He stumbled to the doorway and walked down the stairs. His parents were sitting at the table. His father was tuned in to the small TV that sat on the countertop, and his mother was reading the newspaper. She quickly looked over when she felt Toby's presence looming behind her. Well, good morning, sleep ahead. I've been sleeping forever. She greeted him with a hesitant smile. Toby slowly looked over at the clock and noticed it was 12.30 p.m. I made you breakfast, but it got cold. I was going to wake you, but I felt you needed some sleep.

Her expression fell from happy to worried as her son resisted responding to her. Are you all right? Toby stumbled over and sat by his father. He felt as if he was on idle and had no control over his actions. He was seeing everything he did, but it didn't register in his brain properly. He reached out to his father's arm, but his hand ended up getting. getting slapped. His father turned to him abruptly and pushed his chair over with his foot.

Don't touch me, boy. His mother stood up. All right, knock that off. This is the last thing we need. The days went by and things continued on as they were. Connie spent most of her time cleaning the house and her rude husband spent most of his time ordering her around. It's just like how it used to be before the crash. It's so funny to imagine.

like the guy in the flower pot and then L from death note is just touching him gently like rubbing his arm I also like I was like he touches his arm I need to have him

he needs to be more like don't touch me boy way way more aggressive hey don't fucking touch me and you clean up that over there

yeah I'm the man of that house. Excuse me, I have to go back to the beer drinking factory. No, excuse me, I have to go to work. He pops up in two, two tiny wines. Uh-oh, just doing overtime today, boys. Another day in the office. Another day in the office.

You know, I tell you, Connie, I wish one of these days God would kill me. I tell you, Connie, there's some days I wake up, I wish you're gone. Some days I wish I wake up in Sandman, take you away in your dreams. I wish some power would have the ability to do what I cannot. I wish I was brave her from this earth. I wish

I was a brave man. She's like, what the fuck are you talking about? You don't want to kill me? I just wish I had spine, Connie. That's all. Sometimes I just wish I has spine. Toby never really left his room. He was set by his bed and tremble.

His mind would wonder, but his thoughts changed too fast to be remembered. He would pace around his room like a caged animal to stare out the window. The unhealthy cycle continued. Connie continued to be pushed around by her husband, being way too submissive to him, and Toby remained

in his room. Make me a sandwich. Oh. Oh, God. Hey, give me to the remote. Oh, okay. Fine. Hey. Go get, uh, go go play.

a flower. Oh my God. Okay, fine. Is that, is that your depiction of what spousal abuse looks like? In this scenario, yes. She was too submissive to him. I like to think he's just like, yeah, go on you. Hey, go take out the trash.

Okay, fine. Definitely nothing else unseemly or violent or adult. Please, please just keep your voice down. My, I, I, give me a cosmic brownie from the pantry. that's all and then Toby's upstairs just twitching oh before he could think twice

he would begin to chew on his hands tearing the flesh from his fingers what? Wait, wait, hold the fuck on. Pause. Toby, before he could think he would begin to chew his on on his hands tearing the flesh from his fingers he's already just eating his hands

no so it's saying it's saying that like because he can't feel pain he like nervously bites at his fingers yeah and he's like fucking biting off the skin for yeah yeah yeah that's a big problem with like especially like little kids who have those conditions where they can't feel pain they'll like gnaw their lips off and like fingers and stuff because they can't I've heard of the lips thing it's pretty crazy like you can bite holes into your cheeks and shit

when his mother walked in on him while he was doing so she reacted horribly he rushed him downstairs and grabbed the day kit, wrapping his hands in bandages. Afterward, she demanded that he wouldn't leave her side again. Toby isolated himself so much that he grew to hate being around others. His memory grew glitchy as well. Start missing memory of minutes, hours, days, and so on. He would begin talking nonsense about things completely unrelated to the conversations he would have. He'd go off about seeing things, sharks in the sink as he washed the dishes, hearing crickets in his pillows, and seeing ghost outside his bedroom window.

His mother grew so anxious about his mental health that she decided it would be good for him to talk to a professional about what he was feeling. Yeah. What? Yeah, Connie. The fuck are you talking about? All right, well, he keeps screaming in the nights

saying that he sees ghost and crickets and sharks. We should probably have him talk to somebody. He also has several mental conditions that he's constantly bullied for. He's been through a traumatic. episode and now his sister is dead. No, no, fine. You've twisted my arm. Fine.

We'll have him talk to a counselor. It's funny. It's funny to imagine the husband is the one who brought it up eventually like, damn, Connie, why do we? Yeah, goddamn, Connor, can you not take him to see a therapist? Fuck. Whatever you say, boss? She's still like, okay. Okay, fine.

Just don't yell. Whatever. Jesus, just fucking. better help if you have to fuck Connie walked Toby into the building holding his hand and guiding him in she walked him up to the front desk and began talking to the lady who sat behind it

Mrs. Rogers The lady asked Yes that's me we're here to see Dr. Oliver I'm here with Toby Rogers yes we're out this way the lady stood and led them down a long hallway Toby looked at the frame

dartwork down the halls and tuned in to the sound of the lady's high hills on the hardwood floor. She opened the door to a room with the table and two chairs. If we can get him to sit in here for a few minutes, I'll get the doctor. He smiled and held the door open. Toby stumbled into the room and sat down at the table. He looked over at his mother and the lady before the door slowly shut behind them. He looked around the room before he held up his tightly bandaged hands and began to bite at the bandages to unwrap. his hands. He was interrupted as the doors swung open and a young woman in a black and spotted dress

with light blonde hair stepped in, pulled in a clipboard and a pen. Toby? She asked with the smile. Toby looked up at her and nodded. Nice to meet you, Toby. My name is Dr. Oliver. She put her hand out for him to shake by hesitantly, oh, it's another typo, but hesitantly pulled away when she noticed his bandage hands. Oh. Exactly how a health care professional would act. Ew. Gross. Oh.

Your hands are all, you got little grubby hands, huh? If you ever tried to touch me again, you pathetic brat. Yeah. So if you try to touch me with those gross paws,

I'll slap you in the face. I'll knock your teeth out of your fucking face. Just kidding. I'm Dr. Oliver. The way pediatricians work. Yeah, that's every pediatrician I've been to.

Don't ever touch me. Ew. Oh, you're gross. Look at you. You're gross. Broke, you're a little gross man. Ew!

Sorry, call the police. Sorry, sorry, doctor. I bite my hand sometimes. Yeah, I have eyes. I can see. Here, eat this Adderall and get the hell out of here. She smiled nervously before clearing her throat and said,

no, that's what they say to you because you're a grown teacher trying to get Adderall prescriptions in a hospital. Like, going as if you are a child. Yeah, exactly. I'm a kid. I need pills. Dr. Oliver, I know the, I know the drug racket you have gone with the kids in my class and finding this guy. I need Viking and Hydroko, though, and I'm 12.

Okay, you're clearly a 46 year old man. Please go home. Actually, I, I can't sleep. I need, hey, I need hydros to sleep, please. Actually, my husband, Mr. Lee from your school told me about you and said if you ever show up in this clinic, I should call the police. Who do you want for? I'll just go back to that again. You're with the communist, aren't you? She smiled nervously before clearing her throat and setting in the chair across the table from him. So, I'm going to ask you a few questions.

Try to answer them as honestly as possible, okay? She placed her clipboard down on the table. Toby nodded slowly and held his restrained hands in his lap. How old are you, Toby? 17. You responded quietly. She wrote that down on the paper. That was clipped to the clipboard.

What is your full name? Toby Avid Rogers. When is your birthday? April 28th. Who is your immediate family? Toby paused for a minute before answering her question. Bye Bob. My dad.

Ed. My sister. I heard about your sister, dear. I'm really sorry. her expression faded into a sad pity-filled look Toby nodded Do you remember anything from the crash Toby Toby looked away from her

His mind went blink for a moment He looked down into his lap And in the surrounding area here at a faint-anging sound His eyes widened and he froze in place Toby Counselor asked Toby are you listening Toby felt a shiver go down his spine

Until he froze once again And slowly looked over a little window through the door where he saw it. A dark featureless figure peering in at him. He stared, eyes widened, the ringing growing louder and louder until suddenly

the voice of the counselor broke his trance. She yelled. Toby jumped and fell sideways out of his chair and backed up into the corner. Dr. Oliver stood up, holding her clipboard to her chest, a surprised look in her eyes. Toby met her eyes again, his breath hitching as he

twitched. That night, Toby lay in bed. His eyes were dazed as he stared straight up at his ceiling. He could feel himself began to doze off when he heard the scattering of footsteps down his hallway. He set up and looked towards the doorway. His door wide open. There was no light. Everything was lit by the luminescent blue glow of the moon through his window, leaving a cold lighting.

There was no light. Everything was lit by the glow of the moon, leaving a cold. It was pitch black. There was cold lighting. It felt like an AI sentence. He did, too. Is there lights in this room? No, the light is from the moon. There are lights. There is no light in this room, only cold lighting. He stood up and slowly made his way toward the doorway when suddenly the door, which previously

was wide open, slammed in his face. He gasped and fell back. He was out of breath when he hit the ground and he began breathing heavily, his eyes wide open. He waited for a few seconds before getting back on his feet. He reached out and grasped the cold door handle with his bandaged hand and it creaked open. He looked out into the dark hallway and tiptoed out of his room.

The window at the end of the hallway lit up the darkness with blue moonlight as he patted his way down. He could hear footsteps rustling around him and faint giggling followed by the pitter-patter of small feet, which sounded like a child had run in front of them, giggling and running around. There's been like five sentences.

It sounded like the footsteps of a child, the child running in front of him, giggling and running around. Even the idea of what I thought it makes more sense, but he's like, he was out of breath when he hit the ground and he began breathing heavily. It's like, I was out of breath and now I'm breathing heavily. The hallway was a lot longer than he remembered. It seemed endless, like the ride home from the hospital.

He heard the door creak in front of him. Mom? He called in a shaky voice. Suddenly, a door slam between... There's a lot of door slamming's. Suddenly, a door slammed behind him, and he jumped and turned around. Behind him, he heard a long, eerie groan that sounded like croak right in his ear. He turned around as fast as he could and was suddenly face to face with none other than his dead sister.

Oh, no. were clouded white her skin pale the right side of her jaw dangling there by tissue and muscle glass protruding from her forehead black blood leaking down her face her blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail as it always was and she was wearing her gray t-shirt and athlete shorts which were dirty and spotted with blood her legs were bent in ways that they shouldn't be she stood emitting a long croaking noise only an inch away from toby's face Tony yelped and fell back He started to crawl backward away from her but he was unable to break the eye contact he held with her blank dead eyes He dragged himself backward

until he backed up into something He went backwards While going backwards, he backed into something backwards backwards backwards he backed it backwardly Pancakes He stopped for a second Everything was dead silent

Except for his heavy breathing and crying He slowly looked up to meet the blank face of a tall, dark figure, the same figure that stood over him now. Behind the tall, dark mass, were rows of children looking to range from three to ten years old. Their eyes completely black and dark, black blood leaped from their eye sockets. Why is it key? Every paragraph it picks a word and then says that word five times. He likes it. He screamed and stubbed as fast as he could, only to be tripped by dark,

black tendrils that wrapped around his ankle. He fell straight on his stomach and got the wind knocked out of him. He tried to scream, but he couldn't make a sound. He weased out before it all went flat. Toby woke with the start. He screamed out and set up as fast as he could, completely short of breath. His breath keeps going from short to deep. He keeps being out of breath.

He's short of breath. God damn. Someone get Tiki Toby in a inhaler. Fuck sakes, dude. He keeps black and. out and then the room looks black but then he blacks out because he doesn't have he doesn't have Tourette's his fucking asthma

it's just like they're not enough oxygen going to his brain given the amount of health care professionals we can see they probably saw the kid hyperventilating and it's like Tourette's syndrome it's just Tourette's it is what it is just Tourette's yeah

he weised out and held his chest with his bandaged hands it was just a dream just a dream just a dream he lay back down on his bed and rolled over on his side it felt like against weight had been lifted off his chest

I don't even know what was trying to say there had been lifted off his chest as he took in deep breaths he stood up and padded over to his window he saw nothing nobody was out there no ghosts no figures nothing he heard the rustling and coughing

of his father outside the doorway his door was closed he walked over and opened it looking out into the hallway once again he patted down people keep patting hallways he patted down the hallway and into the kitchen where he found his dad standing

and having a smoke in their living room toby waited for a second and watched him from around the corner before a burning feeling started deep in his chest deep boiling anger overtook him heard the little imaginary voices in his head do it do it

do it they chanted he turned away and held his arms he felt like he actually had control over himself like he did for the past few weeks since he got home from the hospital

he actually had complete thoughts for just moments before it like Toby standing behind from his POV. It's like a dark room with like the only light being the glow of the TV. And it's just like it's just like outlining the silhouette of a giant flower. And it's still L. It's L looking down at a giant fucking.

It's L looking down at a giant fucking cuphead flower. It's like him from the back of the room standing at the corridor. he just, it's like the silhouette. And like, it's funny. I like to think that he's doing idle animation. Like the flower's doing idle animation. Like, it's a fucking cuphead boss. Yeah, it's like the daisy from plants versus zombies.

It's just like a bobbing inside to side. Or the sunflower, the sunflower. And it's funnier to imagine because you brought up earlier how like the, that he describes earlier that his dad hit his mom. but the only stuff we've seen happen in the story is that she was quote unquote too submissive and then you brought up like what if he's just like hey babe

do you care to can you get the remote for me and she's like sure like he's completely happy there's no abuse happening it's like the worst thing that he's done he's just like yeah this place is dirty clean it up he's like one of those guys but it's like we've heard

we've heard from Toby first off that that unreliable narrator that he was a drunk that didn't show up to his sister lyra who was dying in the hospital because he was drunk but then also we've heard that oh yeah he grabbed his mom by her hair and pushing on the ground but all we've seen so far is that she's like you want me to make you a sandwich and he's like yeah and then he like walks over and touches his arm and he's like don't touch me that's it you would think that you would think that he would like slap him he's like don't touch me boy hits him so because the character is now

Eric in my mind it's funnier to imagine there's no actual abuse or anything bad happening and he's just a happy sunflower on the couch and his son has decided to murder that's it flower boy that's it flower bitch you're going down he's like he's like watching animal crossing let's play on the TV just happy kicking his feet and a flower pot and his son's about to stab it to He turned away and held his arms He felt like he actually had control over himself Unlike he did for the past few weeks Since he got home from the hospital

He actually had complete thoughts for just moments Before the chanting of the little voices in his head clouded them Kill him! He wasn't there! He wasn't there! Kill him! Kill him! They continued on. Toby trembled No, no, he wasn't going to do it. What? Was he going crazy? No.

He won't kill anyone. He can't. He hated his father, but there was no way he was going to kill him. That was it. The last thought he had before he fell into an idle state once again. The influence of the voices in his head was too much. He began to silently walk up behind his father. He reached...

Oh, yeah. He reached... He reached over the counter to the knife in the case. he grabbed it in his hand he felt the sensation take over his chest he let out a snicker he let out a snicker

he's just like whatever dude can't be that funny can't be that funny I like the idea of this Dad, that's the giant flower arrangement around his head. Every time he turns his head, he knocks everything on the table over. What are you laughing at?

Like over, like the room's just illuminated by the TV and his son starts laughing. And you can see the giant shadow turn slowly. Just take out a lamp as he turned around. What's got you all tore up? Yeah, what the hell? What are you snickering back there for, boy? Hey, son, you want to come watch Animal Cross and Let's Place with me? Yeah, I've just been watching the Zoo Buck commercial over and over again on repeat.

Come down here! He began laughing so hard he had to gas for breath. Of course. His father turned around abruptly before he felt a brute force, shove him to the floor. He grunted as the air was knocked out of him. There's two of air. mentions again. What?

He looked up at the boy who stood over him, grasping the kitchen knife in his hand. Tommy! What are you doing? He went to sit up and put his arms out in front of him and self-defense, but before he knew it, Toby was on top of him. He went to grab his neck, but his father reached out and blocked his hand by grabbing onto his wrist. Stop! Get off me, you little fucker!

yelled and with his other hand he threw an off center punch towards Toby's shoulder but he would stop the look I'm sorry to take that I'm sorry

what you think about this just the visual of his mom coming downstairs and Toby like is like on top straddling his dad but his dad has his feet in a comically large flower pot. He's rolled around.

Try to get out of it. Damn you, Toby. You know how like when you're a kid and you're like fighting. You know when you're a kid and you're fighting with siblings, like you'd be on the ground and you would like windmill your legs so they couldn't get close. Yeah. The dad's doing that with the flower pot. Just like,

uh, uh, The look in Toby's eyes was not sane. It looked as if a demon had taken control of him. He yelled back and went to stab the knife into his father's chest, but his father blocked him and grabbed onto his wrist once again. He went, shove him back, but Toby kicked his feet out in front of him

and landed a hard blow straight to his father's face. So he recoiled and pulled his arms away to cut his face. but to cuff his face but Toby got back up and drove the knife straight into his shoulder his father let out a loud cry and went to pull the knife out but before he could Toby threw his fist straight into his face

he began to pound his fist into his head laughing and wheezing he cracked his neck and grabbed the knife and ripped it out of his father's shoulder he drove it deep into his dad's chest and repeatedly stabbed into his torso blood spilling out and getting splattered everywhere

he didn't stop until his father's body went still. He threw the knife over to the side and leaned over his body, coughing and panting. He stared at his father's smashed in face and sat there. Hell yeah. You already know what I'm thinking.

It's like the face is smashed in, but it's got like, it's got like the flower petals around it. Father's face smashed in and set there twitching until a loud scream broke the silence. He looked over to see his mother, standing a few feet away, covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Toby! Why'd you do that?

Why? Toby stood up and began to back away from his father's bloody corpse. He began to back out of the kitchen. He looked down at the blood-soaked bandages on his hands and looked up at his mother one last time before he turned and ran out of the house. He ran into the garage and slammed his hand against the control panel on the wall and pushed the button to open the garage. door before he ran out he noticed his father's hatchets oh boy which had been hanging on the tool rack above a table full of jars filled to the brim with old rusted nails and screws huh which had been hanging on the tool rack above a table full of jars filled to the brim with

old rusted nails and screws one of the hatchets was new it had a bright or orange handle and a shiny blade. And the other was old with a wooden handle and an old dull blade. He grabbed both and looked down at the table and he saw a box of matches and under the table was a red gasoline tank. He held both of the matches in one hand and grabbed two matches and gasoline before running out of the garage down the driveway and up the street. As he approached the streetlight that he could see out of his own bedroom window, he heard police sirens in the distance. Hold on. Okay, so he gets the hatchets with a wooden handle. He grabbed both matches and then he stole matches and gasoline. Okay. He turned around and the red and blue

flashing lights came rushing down the street. Toby stood for a second before he pulled open the cap on the gasoline tank and red down the street, spilling gasoline all over the street after him. He turned and ran into the trees. He poured the last bit of gasoline out, before he reached to his pocket and pulled out a match. He struck it against the box and immediately dropped it, and an instant flames burst around him. Fire caught on the trees and bushes around him, and before he knew it, he was surrounded by fire.

A silhouette of police cars were visible through the flames as he backed away into the forest around him. He looked around, but his vision was blurred, his heart was pounding, and he closed his eyes for a moment. This was it. This was the end. Toby felt a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked over to see a large white, hand with long, bony fingers resting on his shoulder.

He followed the arm that was attached to the hand up to a dark, towering figure. It appeared to be wearing a dark black suit, and its face was completely blank. Towered over Toby's small frame as it looked down on him. Tendrils reached out from its back. Before Toby knew it, his vision blurred, and he heard the sound of ringing in his ears. Everything went blank. That was it. That was the end.

That was how Toby Rogers died. A few weeks later, Connie sat in her sister's kitchen. His sister, Lori, sat next to her drinking a cup of coffee. I think that's meant to be her sister, Lori, said next to her drinking coffee. About three weeks ago, Connie lost her husband and her son. And a few weeks before, she had lost her daughter to a car crash. Since then, she moved in with her sister. The police were keeping her busy and had just finished cleaning up the case.

And the story had been released two weeks ago. Focus of the world seemed to have shifted to completely. news stories. Lori switched the TV onto a news broadcast. On the TV, the news reporter began introducing the new headline. We have breaking news. Last night, there have been reported the murder of four individuals. There are no suspects yet, but the victims were a group of middle school kids who have been out in the woods late last night. The kids have been bludgeon and stabbed at death. Investigators have discovered a weapon at the crime scene. It appears to be an old,

dual blade hatchet as you can see here picture changed to show snapshots of the weapon exactly as it was left at the crime scene investigators have pulled the name of possible suspect Toby Rogers a 17 year old boy who stabbed his father

to death a few weeks ago and tried to cover up his escape by setting a fire in the street in the forest area around the neighborhood although they believe the young boy had died in the fire investigator suspects Roger investigators suspect Rogers might still be alive to the fact that this body was never found.

And that is the end of Tiki Toby. You what's weird about Tiki Toby, dude. First off, I think, hold on, hold on, hold on. First of all, did you get what the large figure that was with him was in the fire? The large figure, wasn't that him in the future or something? No. No, honey. What?

I want you to think about it. It's probably just death then, right? It's just the Grim Reaper. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Let me read this for you. Is it literally slender band? It's slender. man yes i love i love it is it slender man it's slender man yes so so it is slender man so

so tickey toby started as a slender man proxy similar to like ilisha jack jeff the killer and stuff like that and this was his origin story that someone wrote out so this is slender man's origin story no no no not slender man's toby's because the whole idea is slender goes from person to person and he picks, like, agents, like followers of his. And Tiki Toby was always one of those, like followers, like the rake, stuff like that, offshoots of slender himself. Like, we kind of saw that in the Marble Hordet series.

Remember the mask guy and the hoodie guy and stuff like that? Yeah, yeah. Yeah. They're all, they're all kind of like, because, you know, this thing is so old. Like, I mean, it's, it's an older story, 2015, 10 years, 10 plus years, whatever. The, uh, you get a lot of faceless stuff because of slim.

man's you know so you don't really count it up to it but it is funny because i was even with the tendrils i was like really tendrils but yeah because usually that that's a dead giveaway too that it's a slender man thing to because i was like oh is it just the grim reaper but no to have it actually be slender man it is actually slender man and that's the same face that shows up while he's while he's in the hospital and the face that shows up while he's at um when he's looking out his bedroom window the story is extremely cruel is it not incredibly because they that there was no weight attached to it for them like they the young riders me things yeah there's it's gravity there's there's there's nothing there to there's like nothing there to give

I mean like the motivation is like yes he's bullied at school I think that even Jeff the killer does a better job at like setting up a fucking hopeless whatever but it's it's always funny that it's like innocent guys turn bad and that's I think that's the that's where that's always that's where the sex appeal comes in with this stuff is that it's like well he had no choice I mean did you get that story that little that visual at the end of the woods on fire and he like

looks at the cops and dramatically backs into it intro to a fight game yeah yeah yeah it's it's a movie but that's the thing is like him going out and now even his victims are people that deserve it which to be fair at least in this story you'll I think of Tiki Toby this at least in this story Toby has a heart at least like he's kind of he's plagued by

his sister's death, right? Versus Jeff the killer at the end, he just fucking kills his family for no reason. Right? And Jeff the killer at the ending, it's just like, why kill these people? I don't, like, that makes no sense to where, yeah, you kill your dad who's drunk in a flower pot

and he's like ordering his mom to make him like fish sandwiches and stuff like that. Sure, you can be upset about that. But, you know, like, what I expected was him to be like, oh, he's possessed, right? So he kills the dad and I thought he was going to grab the hatchet and then cut up his mom and then burn the house down.

I thought that's, what was happening. No, no, no. That's because, okay, so you, that scene of him getting the hatchet is because all of the fan drawings of Tiki Toby, he always had a hatchet. He has to, he has to write the hatchet into the story. It would be like if in like the first Captain America movie, he's like, huh, I'll be needing this. And he grabs a random American shield like, I don't know where. You know, you know how cool it is, though. This is one thing that I actually kind of love about this. If I can, uh, if I can, I don't know, give this. Like, I don't know, one thing I love is that there is an image of something

that people, that young people online are super stoked about and they're like obsessed. They're fucking, they're, you know, they're like, this is the coolest thing ever. He's hot, whatever else, right? But then somebody goes and they write their own fan fiction of his origin story or like how he came to be

wrapped in with another popular internet figure like it is a fucking Marvel movie, like an MCU collab or whatever. And then that be, and it gets so popular. And it gets so popular. that it, they're just like, yep, this is it. This is canon. That's kind of sick. That's actually kind of cool. That's how that was. People would write stuff and some stuff would get

canon. Other stuff. People would be like, yeah, we don't like that. So someone would write their own version of it. There is a ton of that slender man specifically. There were so many. Okay. So like, I'm pulling up the Slender Man Wiki right now. And, uh, not only are there proxies and a bunch of them, but there's different rankings for proxies. So there's like different. There's five Where are you seeing it's on this it's on the slender man wiki hold on let me okay to this yeah give me this was this was like people's entire personality when I was growing up like online people would talk about this kind of thing a ton when did that when do you think that died do you think it just died with those people growing up I mean it just died naturally

well I mean like you know people started talking about horror stuff on YouTube more like there were different communities like Reddit that became more popular yeah but you think that you would think that you would think that with those things expanding that it would like like I like my mind goes to does that not just make the roots stronger instead of die off I mean like I like I was passively interested in some of the stuff and then I turned 14 I was like okay is just kind of so you do think it's better stuff out people I think a lot of it's growing up yeah okay okay so of the the five different rankings um according to the blogosphere which is is like a website where people

are right. Anyway, the ranking systems as follows. Rank one, hallowed. Mindless puppets created by Slyderman for the harassment of runners, no other purpose. I assume runners means people running from Sunderman. Two is berserkers. Most commonly resembling the traditional

perception of proxies, slaves to the Sender Man, but with enough of their own will left to have superior problem solving and tactics. That's like the rake. That's what Tiki Toby would be, I would think. The third one is sleepers. have their original personalities kept intact and are left unaware of their status of as proxies four is agents not proxies in the traditional sense agents appear to be the blogosphere's interpretation of

cultists i don't know how that's any different from berserkers or sleepers but whatever and finally revenance proxies with super proxies with super strength and regenerative abilities granted to them by slender man eventually became unpopular with bloggers and were ret condo as hallucinations. So that's like, that last part specifically is like everyone would have OCs of like themselves

and they would like, they would always write themselves as like Slender's proxy, but they were like a super strong proxy that Slender liked a lot. So he gave him like superpowers to fight people. It was no different than any other like,

you know, early child community. That has to be people. Yeah, I mean, that's like the same shit that you get into like bronies and stuff for like other people that it's like oh a magical thing comes and like transforms me and I get to be a part of this world or whatever this is also that's like the that's like the that's the no fun kid where it's just like no I have a bubble you can't attack me

that kind of thing part of the community well I have I have a super power resistant spell that makes it where you can hit me controversy of tiki toby when you're looking on the wiki sponsor cast wave it's weird to I'll tell you this it's weird with these stories looking back at them and not having any historical context like to you you were there when it was at its peak in popularity or like when it was being shared around but in hindsight now it's kind of interesting because it's still so fascinating that you know that this was like such a crazy popular thing it's so short and congested you know what i mean like it's it's it's very it's just kind it's it's fucking cool that's one thing i love about the creepy pasta like uh culture is like

really cringe stories just like moved people so much that also i'll tell you what there's going to be it probably already is like i mean you saw it already with the person who made uh i saw the tv glow that's kind of like a creepy pasta ask thing or uh you know we're all going in the world's fair that director's and very um i think inspired by internet horror story stuff back in the day but i think you're going to see more more of it show up and you know it would be fucking sick as if you did if if someone got money if we ever get tons and tons and tons of money to make an actual feature film, Isaiah. We should do Jeff the killer

versus Tiki Toby the same way they did Freddie versus Jason. Try to tell me that wouldn't be fucking awesome. So that there are several Jeff the killer versus Tiki Toby stories about them going head to head with each other. There's one I remember where they're having a fight and like the building they're in catches on fire

and they're both on fire punching each other. Oh yeah. It's amazing. That'd be so awesome. but then too here's the thing you get to do both of their origin stories and then they collide yeah yeah that's the idea who would who would win um tiki toby because he uh he actually has an ability he can't feel pain whereas jeff can't even if he's just a statistic Jeff's ever but also in all those crossover stories they both have like special powers by slender so they can like

throw each other through walls and stuff like that I think um I think Tiki Toby also is a more likable character so you'd want him to win like that'd be the one want him to win that'd be the one where you're like he deserves the win you know he's the jason of the freddy jason combo where jason's like oh i was a kid who like died and it's tragic whereas freddie's just a monster you know uh he's more sympathetic right uh so i'm trying to think there's the observer i remember the observer he was another proxy he like tormented another another story Yeah, yeah, the observer. There was Deadhead.

That was another proxy. There were literally like a dozen of these things. Like entire stories people built about specifics. Deadhead was the one in a hoodie, I think. Deadhead. Deadhead is a member of the collective. Deadhead's only defining feature are his hoodie, chain, and skull mask. Yes.

Yep. Yeah, there's a ton of these. It's a whole rabbit hole. there's such a there's such a huge difference between this and like the jeff the killer stuff that came afterwards and it made me think like you know this thing is before those before those times of stuff obviously but you know it makes me think of like ted the caver that kind of stuff of i wonder what the difference is what do you think the difference is between people who are like getting into telling horror stories online before it started like picking up do you think it's just the youthful do you think it's just like the youthful tropes of like what ended up becoming popular were just kind of more of that kind of schlocky you know slender man kind of vibe or do you think that there was something else that like I guess earlier earlier writers tapped into does that make so initially it was people who were interested in writing and wanted to

write scary stuff and then there's people who wanted to be a part of online horror communities and those are two very different things right like some not which there's some overlap i'm not saying there's not but most of the time people who say write fan fiction within groups and stuff like that uh about half those people want to be writers and continue to write afterwards the other half want to write fan fiction right um so initially when there was no community or anything like that it was just people who wanted to tell creepy stories for whatever reason that's such a good observation man like the idea of like people that were writing this stuff back in the day, we're like, I just love writing.

I love writing stories and stuff. And with the Darius, I read Edgar Allan Poe, I read Stephen King, I want to write. Yeah. And you can say respected work or whatever, but I guess more so people being like, I love the art of storytelling versus people being like, I want to be a part of an internet community is such a, like, actually, uh, interesting take. Because it's, it's so, it's so true. Because also, too, a lot of these stories are written.

They're just like, yeah, this is what I think. And like, I want to post it and see what people think. But really there's no, but, and the. innocence and the kind of like ignorance that comes with that to me you get some of the most memorable stuff it's just totally unfiltered you know ideas of people who are just like I just know it needs to be this like they put themselves in a box and they like creatively make something even though they're just like I just want to post it on this website and see what people think it's such a fun evolution of that storytelling process and you still see it today too you know I mean like all that stuff even even in video format everything but there is just something so fun about these early stories man i am infinitely people who are listening to this and even you i'm infinitely jealous of people who got to grow up and be a part of this like weird culture and time and like just digging deeper because especially at this time it was uh people in the internet's kind of infancy or at least young people online when the internet was still like blossoming and

figuring itself out to where there was so much mysterious shit like it used to be that it was like it felt like the internet was a time where it was ever expensing like just like gold mines everywhere instead of being like obviously just like shit heaps that it is now but very very interesting honestly this was such a fun read today. Tinky Toby was way better than I expected. Oh hold on hold on I got you have to get they're not way better but you know. Is there anything for those? Can I go the Google's telling me not to. That's great. Jesus Christ Here we go

This is the kind of thing I want to send you All right So you're like Oh this is so fun This is great This is the majority Of what I experienced

From The fandom Just looking at My crush is a killer It's gendered bent Tiki toby There are You know

That's the That's the fucking That's the way she goes So dude That's the way it is Anytime something big happens You have to have

If there's not cringe fan art of it, then what are the, is it even really getting traction? I see. I see so many pictures of Toby and Jess, Jeff kissing right now. There's so many. We need to make it a shirt. We need to make it a shirt. And we need to make it merch. Of like old MS paint detail like Toby and Jeff.

Love it. Hold on. Guys. The one I'm about to say is the shirt. while he says this and giggles guys thank you so much for Jesus Christ the the anime the how to draw anime

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you have to click on the link of one just sent you is that link i just i saw it okay it's jeff it's jeff it's jeffy kissing it's kissing slender okay i'm i'm i'm stopping my recording okay i guarantee you there there's gonna be one in here that's pornograph there it is okay this one i'm gonna send him this one oh the link took me to a bunch of these i've got this is so

he's he's so fresh and new about this because he hasn't seen the things i've seen with these two characters uh so i'm going to i'm going to do this for a while you all have phone or whatever thanks for watching bye I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

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