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Cringe

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

—༉‧₊˚. “ UNDER THE OLD OAK ”

featuring. Ticci Toby — creepy pasta | kink. outdoor sex

synopsis. You met Toby while you were on your nightly jog inside the woods, despite the creepy encounter you had with him you kept coming inside the woods again and again…without fail. Toby got curious on why you didn’t switch trails after you saw him burying a body so he decided to grab the courage to test you and find out.

content warning. Outdoor sex, first time together, kissing, female reader, fingering

authors note. This was a bit..rushed….so it’s not proofread at all and I probably repeated things a lot but anyway TOBY NGH. ..very badly coordinated too like what

Toby observed you from the shadows as you ventured into the woods once again, his heart racing with a mix of curiosity and a hint of nervousness. He had never felt drawn to someone like this before, and he couldn't quite understand why you kept returning to the place where he lurked.

As you turned to face him, Toby's masked face betrayed none of the emotions swirling inside him. "H-hey there. You, uh, a-a-are back.." he stammered, trying to mask his own awkwardness with a playful tone.

You chuckled softly at his attempt at humor, a small smile playing on your lips. "I guess I just have a knack for finding trouble," you replied, your eyes meeting his behind his goggles.

Toby's heart skipped a beat at your words, the mask hiding the blush that crept onto his cheeks. "Yeah, trouble seems to find me too," he admitted, twirling his axe nervously in his hands.

There was a moment of silence between you, the tension palpable in the air. And then, without warning, Toby closed the distance between you and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I, uh... I don't usually do this, but... I can't help feeling drawn to you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

*Ticci Toby hesitated for a moment, his gloved hand reaching up to slowly remove his mask and goggles, revealing his face for the first time to you. His eyes, a mix of apprehension and longing, met yours as he bared himself in more ways than one.*

You felt a surge of emotion at the sight of his exposed face, seeing the vulnerability etched in his features. Without a word, you reached out and gently touched his cheek, your fingertips tracing the scars that adorned his skin.

Toby closed his eyes at your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips, almost as if he were savoring the moment. He leaned into your hand, seeking comfort from the gentle caress, his breath hitching slightly as he allowed himself to be vulnerable in your presence.

"You aren't..." he jerked his neck mid-sentence, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty. "Disgusted of me?" The question hung in the air, heavy with his insecurities and fears. His eyes remained shut, as if he were afraid to see the truth reflected in your gaze.

You felt your heart ache at his words, the vulnerability in his voice striking a chord deep within you. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, a calming gesture that was meant to reassure him.

“Toby,” you murmured softly, leaning closer so he could feel your warmth. “I could never be disgusted by you. You’re so much more than what you think you are.”

His breath caught again, and you could sense the tension in his body, a mix of hope and fear. “But... I’m not n-normal,” he said, his voice trembling as he kept his eyes shut, as if shielding himself from the truth.

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. “Normal is overrated. Everyone has their struggles, their past. You paused, giving him a moment to process your words.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, revealing the glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. Your gaze met his, and in that moment, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you there together.

“I just... I don’t want to be a burden,” he confessed. “I don’t want to drag you down with me in this mess. Theres s-so much you don’t know and-and fuck I don’t want you to end up like the people aro-around m-me.”

You shook your head, your expression firm yet gentle. “You could never be a burden to me. I want to be here for you, I mean that is the reason I keep coming to you.”

His eyes widened, surprise flooding his features. “You really mean that?”

“Yes,” you replied, as your heart raced.

A soft smile broke through the uncertainty on his lips, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the boy beneath the layers of pain. You felt a rush of warmth as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“You’re so fu-fu..fucking corny.” he huffed out.

Toby pulled back slightly, searching your eyes as if trying to read the depths of your feelings. “I... I don’t want to mess this up,” he admitted.

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You won’t. Just be yourself. That’s all I want from you.”

His breath hitched again, and you could see the conflict in his expression. But then, something shifted. The uncertainty in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a flicker of determination. He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, anticipation building as the distance between the two of you began to close. His gaze dropped to your lips, and you instinctively held your breath, waiting.

“Toby,” you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion. “It’s okay.”

With that, he closed the gap, capturing your lips with his in a careful but passionate kiss. It was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to break the moment. But as you responded, deepening the kiss, he seemed to relax, pouring all of his pent-up emotions into that single connection.

You melted against him, your hands tangling in his hair, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. The kiss was a blend of longing and relief. It was everything you both had been holding back, a release of the fears that had kept you apart before.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, you searched his face for any sign of regret. But all you found was a joyful expression on his face .

“Wow,” he breathed, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. “I didn’t expect it to be like that.”

“Neither did I,” you admitted, a shy smile breaking through. “But I’m glad it happened.”

Toby’s eyes sparkled with something new—an emotion that felt like hope. “Me too,” he said softly, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to your forehead.

His expression shifted slightly, a hint of hesitation creeping in as he shifted his weight. “Can I… um, ask y-you something?”

“Of course, Toby. You can ask me anything,” you replied, your voice steady.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flickering to the ground for a moment before meeting your face again. “Do you think… we could, like, do more?”

You visibly paused at his question, a wave of excitement washing over you. You could sense the vulnerability in his words, and you appreciated his honesty. “You mean, like, more than just kissing?” you asked softly, giving him the space to express his feelings.

“Yeah,” he replied, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. “I just… I want to be closer to you. I don’t want to rush anything but- god..if im being honest- i- i-..” He looked down at the tent that started to make itself prominent inside his jeans.

You felt a flutter in your chest at his admission. “Oh. are you sure? I mean here? in the woods??”

He nodded, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. “I am… I really am. Are you?”

You reached out, taking his hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

His expression brightened, a mixture of relief and excitement washing over his features. “So… we can?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, your heart soaring at the thought. “Whenever you’re ready.”

With that, the tension shifted.

Toby took a step closer, his gaze intense and filled of excitement and longing.

“Can I…?” he began, and before you could respond, he gently but firmly took your hand, guiding you toward a nearby tree. The bark was rough against your back as he pressed you against it, his body close to yours.

You felt your breath hitch as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. “I don’t think ill be very good.” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a raw intensity.

His hands found your waist, fingers brushing against your sides, igniting warmth wherever they touched. You could see the look of uncertainty in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by a deep-seated desire. “Is this okay?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability still lacing his tone.

You nodded, your breath coming out in soft gasps. “Yes, it’s more than okay.”

A smile broke through his uncertainty, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. This one was different—filled with urgency and passion, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt in that moment. You responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in his hair once again.

With each kiss, he pressed you further against the tree, deepening the connection between you. You could feel his hard on press up against your inner thigh and it sent a thrill through your body.

As he pulled away for a moment, his forehead resting against yours once more, you could see the fire in his eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. “You make me feel alive.”

Your heart soared at his words, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer again. “Who’s corny now?”

As his hands trailed down your back, he gently lifted the edge of your shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. With a gentle tug, he pulled the fabric over your head, revealing the delicate lace of your bra underneath. His eyes locked with yours.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you gently guide his hands to the clasp of your bra, encouraging him to unhook it. His fingers fumble slightly in his eagerness, but with a soft click, the bra falls away, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. A soft gasp escapes your lips as his eyes roam over your bared skin.

He leaned in for another kiss. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a fiery trail of kisses in their wake, you felt a wave of desire wash over you again. The woods around you were filled with the sound of heavy breathing

As his lips stopped their journey down your body, you reciprocated his actions by trailing kisses along his jawline and down his clothed chest. His breath hitched at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips as your lips were pressing against him.

“Are you going to take off your clothes too?” you questioned, a teasing smile on your lips, but he shook his head, in response.

“Would unbuckling your pants be okay?” you asked, your voice low and filled with hesitation, as if you were giving himthe control in this moment.

His heart raced at your question, excitement and nerves swirling within him. “I-Its more than than okay…” he replied softly

Your expression shifted to one of determination, he took a deep breath, as your hands gently found the waistband of his pants. With careful movements, you began to unbuckle them, your fingers brushing against his skin, sending a thrill through him.

As you worked, you could see the focus in his eyes. It felt intimate, vulnerable, and exhilarating all at once. “Do you want my jacket to keep you warm? You’re completely b-bare.”

You nodded, your pulse quickening as he slowly lowered your pants. “And whose fault is that?” you whispered, feeling more exposed than ever but also incredibly safe in his presence—ironically.

His eyes softened, and he smiled, “Mine. Now c’mon, take the jacket,” he replied, wrapping his jacket around you, the fabric comforting against your skin.

You slipped your arms into the sleeves, feeling the warmth envelop you. “It’s a little big,” you teased, adjusting the jacket, which hung loosely around your frame.

Toby chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you. “You look go-good in it…” His voice trailed off, admiration shining in his eyes.

Without warning, his hands found your waist again. “Hold on,” he said, an impish smile playing on his lips. Before you could fully process what he meant, he lifted you effortlessly off the ground.

Your heart raced as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, clinging to him as you leaned back against the sturdy bark of the tree.

“Wow, you’re stronger than you look,” you laughed, your cheeks flushing.

Toby grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ve got my moments,” he replied, his breath against your neck. As he adjusted his grip, you felt secure in his arms.

“Just don’t drop me,” you teased, your heart racing not just from the thrill of being lifted but from the closeness you shared with him.

“Never,” he promised, his voice low and sincere. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both playful and passionate.

As you melted against him, you felt the rough texture of the tree bark at your back and the softness of his jacket enveloping you. It was a perfect blend of comfort and excitement, and you knew this moment would be etched in your memory forever.

Toby pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection. “I’m more than okay. This is amazing.”

His smile returned, brighter than ever. “Good. Because I want to make it unforgettable.”

As Toby's lips met yours once more in a passionate kiss, his hands trailed down your body, stopping at the waistband of your underwear. With a deft movement, he gently slid the fabric to the side, revealing your most intimate desires to him.

“You’re so wet f-for me..”

Toby's words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, his voice husky with desire. The intimacy of his observation only fueled you.

In a breathless whisper, you responded to Toby, your voice filled with desire and need. "Only for you," you confessed, your words carrying the weight of your longing. The intensity in his eyes grew, reflecting the raw desire that mirrored your own.

His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break you.

"You're trembling," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Are you scared or excited?"

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing the curve of your mouth.face. In the dim moon light that shined between the leaves of the trees outside, Toby's features were cast in shadows, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze.

"I won't hurt you," he promised, his words tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Unless you want me to that is.”

Toby's fingers lowered again and teased your entrance, circling and stroking, before slowly pushing inside. You gasped at the intrusion, your body instinctively clenching around his digits. He groaned at the sensation, his own arousal evident in the way his hips pressed against yours.

As Toby began to move his fingers in and out, you couldn't help but arch your back, pushing yourself further into his touch. He responded by curling his fingers, searching for that special spot that would make you see stars. When he finally found it, you cried out in ecstasy, your legs trembling with the force of your pleasure.

Toby continued to work you over, his fingers moving with expert precision, driving you higher and higher. Your moans and whimpers filled the area around the woods the two of you were in, mingling with the sound of your ragged breathing. The intensity of your climax built with each passing moment, until finally, it crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you gasping for air and shaking with the aftershocks.

As you came down from your high, Toby withdrew his fingers from inside you, bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean. The sight of him tasting your essence sent another wave of desire coursing through your veins, and you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and pleasure.

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"You have beautiful eyes "

Me n my friends have been reliving our childhood by re-reading the scary stories that we told in the dark.

And of course now I have to draw all of them XD!

This one is for Rainbow Factory, next up is possibly An Apple Sleep Experimentor or maybe somepony is hungry for cupcakes? And possibly my other MLP movie cross overs XD

I'm working on a big 12 piece project regarding MLP movie cross overs so these creepy pasta re-draws are my warm ups for the big ones x3

Okay! Update! I'm currently working on Finishing th3 flat coloring on the first page and I just need to render Ben's Character sheet! Rendering is just me futsing around with colors and blending so idk how long that'll take me but if I have the propwr umf to do it the flat coloring shouldn't take me too long at all. But. Executive dysfunction likes to come at odd times so. I'll try my very best!

Here's a Lil snippet I drew of the boys! I think this one's okay to post since it doesn't really have spoilers in it.

I feel the need to mention that Ben Drowned is also gonna be in Rehabilitation, I don't really know the logistics of it yet but the trope of the 12 year old poltergeist/ghost and the 13 year old mentally unstable serial killer being besties is something I love immensely

Here he is like promised!

My rendering style has changed a bit since I made this but I really like it. This is pretty much how he looks when Veronica meets him. I won't spoil anything but I will say he's a runaway ;p

In case you can't nread bc my handwriting is terrible,

Jeffery Woods

Jeff the killer

Runaway

Paranoid,tense, Afraid of most meds

13 years old

Also forgot to mention I'm the last post but rehabilitation is very much so still happening I just have to make it ;-; I have the first page all flat colored I just need to make it pretty. I hope you understand.

Have an art project I used as an excuse to make coming stuff. It maybe or may not be canon but it's a concept!

You'll probably need to click it to read it ;-;

Again, sorry for not posting. As soon as I got through with my bday party I got sick. Bleh. I'll get something out as soon as I can. I can at least say that the first Rehabilitation page is going good! And for my friend I'll try and finish Toby's Character sheet. Not everyone will have a character sheet but if requested I will try and work on one. I'll gladly answer questions and answers as honestly as possible!

I feel like Laughing Jack would have the personality of Jack Sparrow ngl

Just realized I never posted the plot to my comic-🤦‍♀️

Anyways I'll do that:

The Plot of Rehabilitation!

The comic revolves around A woman named Veronica who's a journalist investigating serial killers and missing people for the paper she's working for. She goes to where her lead's take her and potentially find some solid evidence. That being the killers and people themselves.

Veronica finds these killers and people (who are probably killers too let's be real it's cp) at their most vulnerable point. She has two options; Report the killers to the police and get her paper done, or give them a second chance at life and help them.

1.sorry for being absent for so long, I was busy with stuff. The first comic page will be coming soon!

2. Here is our main character and her best friend!

Veronica and J. D.! (The names are an inside joke pls don't come at me for this)

Veronica works as a journalist for a small paper in a City named Puramda. Just outside of the city there's a forest that almost surrounds the whole city. There have been multiple murders and missing people cases reported to have happened there. Veronica is tasked with coming up with a news headline and section about the murders. She's trying to get a lead so she can go investigate the murders. What could go wrong? (Wink)

For later purposes, Veronica is blonde with blue eyes and fair skin. Her jacket is bauge colored and her shirt is white or grey. Her pants are just denim jeans and her shoes are either black or red converse.

J. D. Is just a gray scale palette with boots. His hair is dark brown, he's paler than Veronica and his eyes are more grey-blue. He's very simple.

HAHAHA

Here's Jeff's info:

Jeff the killer-

Age:15

Where is he-

Jeff lives in the forest in a small wood cabin by a lake. One other person lives with him and only one other person visits him.

What is he-

Jeff is a teenage psychotic killer who seldomly works with people. It's said he was severely burned at a party and taken to the hospital, where he received some strong painkillers. The night he was allowed home, he cut a smile into his face from ear to ear and burned off his eyelids. He then killed his parents a d supposedly his elder brother.

What can he do-

Jeff is very good at knife throwing and agility. He's skilled in anything knife related. He's very light footed despite his lack of discreetness.

Other-

Jeff is not afraid of fire, instead, he tends to use it to his advantage. Though he is very wary of it.

He can be very protective at times, but mainly he's a"you're on your own"type of person.

Me???? A creepy pasta fan?????

More likely then you think.

Nina my beloveded

My Shadow

This is a short story/creepy pasta I wrote based on the traits of the Jeff the Killer types of stories. I also just wanted to try my hand at actually writing since I wanna improve my writing skills so instead of it just wasting away on my pc I decided to post this. So yeah, uhhhhh enjoy my crappy attempt at writing something half decent with the JtK format. Also the images at the bottom are pulled from Picrew, they are not hand drawn by me. I just didn't have time to draw these characters before posting. Also trigger warning I guess for a dark story that does include some child not so happy situations and, as the format of JtK suggests, there is murd3r in this. (idk if tumblr is super ok with those kinds of words yet lolz) So yeah! enjoy this cringy story!

Normally monsters are big, scary creatures with long teeth and sharp claws. Horns and fur and wings. However….. sometimes monsters don’t look like that. Sometimes monsters can blend into society. Sometimes monsters can look like you and me. Sometimes monsters can reside within us. 

This is my story. A retelling of sorts that my therapist suggested I do to talk about my feelings and what led me to be here…. In a mental facility/prison. 

I have a medical condition called DID. Also known as Dissociative Identity Disorder. It’s the modern day term for a split personality. How this happened is unclear however my doctor thinks it started back when I was a kid, so I guess that’s where I will start too. 

I was never the brightest kid. Got picked on in school, had about a C or a B average. And never really had the best home life. My mother was an alcoholic and substance abuser. I never knew my father. You see I was a one night stand baby. And you might be able to see where this is headed. My mother always had a new guy over every week. Sometimes multiple a week. She was selling her body to pay for basic things. Fortunately my grandfather would come by to help take care of me when I was a baby and toddler since she never made a whole lot. 

Up until I was about 10 years old this continued. I always saw strange men in the house, my mother was never really coherent enough to take proper care of me, and my grandfather would sometimes teach me how to take a bath or make some toast so I could do things by myself when mother wasn’t home. 

Now my grandfather was quite an older man. When I was 10 he was 87. He passed away from a stroke in his sleep. It was so traumatizing for me as a kid cause he was the only real support I had in my life that wasn’t always flickering. My mother was never really a bad mother. Just…. Missguided by her substance abuse. 

Sure she would throw things if she got angry, or blow puffs of smoke into my face, and on the rare occasion she would verbally harass me if I was too loud coming home from school and she had a hangover. The real harm came from the men she brought home to do business with. 

Most of them were very big muscular guys. Some brought guns, some brought drugs and alcohol. All of them hated me. They hated that I even existed. When mother had men over I would lock myself in the bathroom and play the radio to drown out their sounds. Sometimes the men would need to use the bathroom and get angry at me for locking it up. 

Other times if the men saw me, they would abuse me in both physical and psychological ways. Some of them even sexually assaulted me. And it was constant. Every time a man came over and I was seen, all hell would break loose. They didn’t want their living sex doll having a child around. 

Once I reached age 13 however, things changed a bit. I was taking care of myself more at this point. Cooking for myself, doing the laundry and things of that nature. The men would come over a lot more often since they didn’t get scared away by the idea of a toddler or child in the house anymore. Now I was practically a teenager and my mom could charge more for having me…. Join their antics. 

I don’t blame her. She was under the influence that those demon of substances can cause in people who become dependant on it. I just wish things could have been a lot different. 

This is kinda where the DID comes into play. Sometime after my grandfather died, and age 13, I developed a coping mechanism of sorts. My brain would shut off, and a new person would take over my body while these things were happening so that I eventually wouldn’t have to feel the pain anymore. I dubbed them my shadow since they only ever came out when I was scared or knew the men would be coming over. 

As kids do, I also kept a journal, like the one I’m writing now. Though sometimes pages I don’t remember writing would show up. The writing was messy and scratchy, yet still legible. It seemed that Shadow was the one who would write these after the encounters with men. 

Shadow would write about how it hurt when they touched them and how they felt gross all the time. Thankful for the freedom from a physical body when I was in control. At times I felt bad for this creature who was sharing my skin. I knew the pain they felt since it had happened to me before shadow came to be, however I felt like I shouldn’t try and stop them from taking over when those bad times happened since I was scared to face them myself. 

As the years went on, shadow became more… uncontrollable. They would suddenly take over any time I felt any stress of some kind, leading me to be kicked out of school for the actions shadow would do. Based on the records, it seemed that shadow would attack any adult male in the vicinity and also throw cuss words at the adult females. 

I did go to the doctor on police request after they had escorted me off school property for the last time, however that doctor just threw meds at me and said “bye”. So I never really got treated. Things continued like this until one day, shadow wouldn’t come back. I don’t know how long I was out for, as I never remember what happens when shadow takes over, however I just remember feeling like something wasn’t right when I returned. 

What I returned to, days later according to my moms phone, was a bloody mess. A man had come over a few days before, and thus shadow took over. From the journal it seemed like shadow had enough of the torture and hated whomever was the other soul in this body for making them go through such terrible things. Shadow has killed the man, and my mother when she tried to stop shadow from attacking him. 

Every day for those few days I was out of it, a new man was scheduled to show up and shadow killed them as well. So when I woke up, a good 4 or 5 bodies had piled up in our little apartment at this point. The smell was unbearable and I threw up on the spot. Someone else in the apartment building reported the smell and police arrived a few hours after I had come to. I was thankful they had showed up since I was so traumatized by the scene in front of me I couldn’t speak. 

The police took me into custody and interrogated me for hours. They found my journal, and the fact I was covered in blood and vomit didn’t help them in not suspecting me. Since I was 13 at the time, they couldn’t really throw me in prison for the murders of my mother and those men. However they did send me to juvie and I was finally looked at properly by a competent doctor. 

As I aged I grew out of juvie and into the adult correctional system. Still going to therapy and taking medications though. It took a lot of work, however shadow never comes out anymore. At least when I’m awake anyway. Sometimes shadow will come out when I’m sleeping and write things down about how they hate me still even though the torment is over. 

I’m not 23 and living a relatively normal life. For someone who’s in a mental institution and prison that is. I’ll never be allowed to be released since unless I constantly take my meds and am under supervision, shadow may come back when I get scared and could go on a rampage again. 

I don’t mind that quite so much…. It’s safe here and my therapist actually cares about me. I’ve taken up drawing in my time at this facility so I’ll attach a few drawings I have done of myself and what I believe shadow looks like as well. We are two separate individuals after all. 

So I guess that’s where the story ends? This story may have been a bit rambly cause it’s all from memory and most of this stuff happened 10+ years ago. I guess thanks for reading of you get this far? I honestly don’t know why my therapist wants me to write this… 

Myself:

My depiction of Shadow:

What the frick is up with the creepy pasta fandom. I just wanted to see cool terrefying art, but all i see are edgy gays 🗿

Episodi 03

Finalmente, per un periodo avevo anche pensato di mollare l’ ask, ma ho preferito non farlo.

Il design dei personaggi non resterà così, aspettatevi nelle prossime pagine un cambio di stile di ognuno di loro. Cercherò di lavorarci più spesso da ora in poi.

-Toy Freddy, balloon girl, Funtime Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Puppet, Bonnie, Foxy, Montgomery Gator, Golden Freddy appartengono a Five night’s at Freddy’s

-Sally, Larry, Ashley, Todd appartengono a Sally Face

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Episode 03

Finally, for a moment i even though of leaving the ask, but i preferred to not do that.

The design will not be this, expect in the next pages a change of stile for every one of them . I will try to work more often on this from now on.

-Toy Freddy, balloon girl, Funtime Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Puppet, Bonnie, Foxy, Montgomery Gator, Golden Freddy belong to Five night’s at Freddy’s

-Sally, Larry, Ashley, Todd belong to Sally Face

Episodio 02

Okay, ora che è finita la scuola ho molto più tempo per occuparmi del comic, perciò preparatevi!

-Susie e Pump appartengono a Spooky Month

-Ticcy Toby appartiene a Creepy Pasta

-Ashley e Todd appartengono a Sally Face

-Chara, Asriel, Undyne, Mettaton e Papyrus appartengono ad Undertale

-Cuphead, Ms.Chalice e Mugman sono di Cuphead

-Boris, Alice e Bendy di BATIM

-Freddy, Ballora, Gregory e Rockstar Freddy appartengono a FNAF

-Demoman e Snyper appartengono a TF2

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Episode 02

Okay, now that school is out I have a lot more time to do comics, so get ready!

-Susie and Pump belong to Spooky Month

-Ticcy Toby belongs to Creepy Pasta

-Ashley and Todd belong to Sally Face

-Chara, Asriel, Undyne, Mettaton and Papyrus belong to Undertale

-Cuphead, Ms.Chalice and Mugman are from Cuphead

-Boris, Alice and Bendy from BATIM

-Freddy, Ballora, Gregory and Rockstar Freddy belong to FNAF

-Demoman and Snyper belong to TF2

Episodio 01

FINALMENTE! la prima pagina é completa, cerchero di lavorare più velocemente da ora in poi. L'ask inizera non appena ogni gruppo si conoscera!

-Scouth, Demoman, Spy e Snyper appartengono a TF2

-Golden Freddy, Circus Baby, Marionette e Glamrock Chica sono di Fnaf

-Boris e Bendy di BATIM

-Cuphead, Mugman e Chalice sono di Cuphead

-Frisk, Asriel e Chara sono di Undertale

-Sally e Larry di Sally Face

-Jeff the Killer, Sally e Slenderman sono Creepy Pasta

-Lila, Skid, Pump and Lemon demon sono di Spooky Month

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Episode 01

FINALLY! the first page is complete, i'll try to work faster from now on. The ask will start as soon as each group gets to know each other!

-Scouth, Demoman, Spy and Snyper belong to TF2

-Golden Freddy, Circus Baby, Marionette and Glamrock Chica are from Fnaf

-Boris and Bendy from BATIM

-Cuphead, Mugman and Chalice are from Cuphead

-Frisk, Asriel and Chara are from Undertale

-Sally and Larry from Sally Face

-Jeff the Killer, Sally and Slenderman are Creepy Pasta

-Lila, Skid, Pump and Lemon demon are from Spooky MonthQ

I swear im’ working on it, school is slowing me from working. The first page of the comic is already finish with the draft, still missing: line art, colors and the phrases they will say. I’ll try to post it as soon as possible!// Giuro che ci sto lavorando, e che la scuola mi rallenta. La prima pagina del fumetto e già finita con la bozza, manca ancora: line art, colori, e le frasi che diranno. Cercherò di postarlo il prima possibile!