
Hi Im Pyro Im 18 and a guy. I write long ass headcanons for Creepypasta. ASKS ARE OPEN
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Can You Guys Tell I Have A Lot Of Thoughts About Ticci Toby. I Project So Hard Onto Him Its Crazy Bro
Can you guys tell I have a lot of thoughts about Ticci Toby. I project so hard onto him its crazy bro Yall are lucky Im sparing you the TicciWork headcanons cuz goddamn…
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you’re laughing. they’re horrifically misinterpreting my favorite character’s personality and you’re laughing
Toby is a piece of shit serial killer but hes such a fucking dumbass. Bro will tear up at the sight of basic math, talks way too much, he makes yo momma jokes and has a T-shirt that says “I <3 BOOBS”. Definitely talks mad game but freezes up when a pretty girl talks to him, stuttering and saying the most fucked up shit and scaring her off.
“Hey whats your name”
“Im actually wanted by the police for killing 2 women and leaving their heads on a families porch. So I cant give you my name. But you can call me anytime ;)”

Girlfriend let me use her drawing tablet and I drew TicciWork cuz Im on a roll today
Eyeless Jack

He never wanted this to happen.
Ever.
The more he stared at himself, the less he saw hope.
His grey skin looked like that of an overcast day, his carved out eye sockets were jagged like the edge of a fucked up knife, and his mouth spewed a dark substance, what he could assume was blood and tar.
Where man meets beast is the line that he found himself walking on. As the hunt continued and the urges grew, he found himself grasping onto the slightest bit of humanity he had left in the depths of his infected soul.
Or, the bit of soul he had left.
All he could do now was stare.
What could he do?
He had tried to cry multiple times now and all that came out was that fucking black goo, the animalistic growls of anger that would leave his mouth only made him feel even more inhumane, and he couldn’t even ask for fucking help.
It was a daily occurrence he would curse himself for killing the only people who knew what the fuck happened.
It was a daily occurrence he cursed the heavens for ever letting such a thing happen to someone of such a kind soul with a bright future.
And every minute of everyday, he cursed the goddamn demon he found himself sharing a vessel with.
But mostly of all? He cursed himself for ever letting it happen.