I Dont Like This One Very Much, I Had So Many Things I Wanted To Add But I Didnt Want His Intro To Be

I dont like this one very much, I had so many things I wanted to add but I didnt want his intro to be super long. Anyways enjoy regardless :] Chapter 2 is a go

FOREST FIRE .

CW: Abuse, violence

Tobias Rogers was not a good person by any means. A problem child from birth, he would prove to be too much for his mother, Connie Rogers, to handle. She never knew what to do with him. On the other hand, his father, Dan Rogers, was only fuel for the forest fire the boy would become.

For years Toby and his elder sister, Lyra, would fall victim to brutality and instability at the hands of their father who would begin to lose himself to alcohol. The violence that the boy witnessed enveloped his developing brain as he only began to do what he saw, oftentimes throwing aggressive temper tantrums. These fits would cause a tense relationship between him and his sister in their early childhood.

With Lyra being the eldest, Connie had far more expectations for her daughter unlike with her son. This led to Lyra growing out of her conduct issues, and Toby growing into them. While his sister matured and became a decent girl with friends and good grades, Toby would on the other hand fall victim to his fathers image. With his father being a strict man who desired complete control over his family, Toby and Dan often clashed. And the two men had bullets in their teeth, creating a battlefield of a home. The dignity being brutally stripped from Toby only led to him attempting to compensate.

He would repeatedly be pulled out of public school due to continuous fights with the other kids, who would ruthlessly bully the boy due to his strange tics and demeanour. Being unsocialized and isolated, Toby found himself intruding on others boundaries, or rather not having a care for them in the first place. He did and said whatever he wanted, if anybody tried to tell him what to do, they would immediately be struck down. Nobody but himself was in control of his life, and in his life he was in power.

Toby was a callous, vulgar, and loud-mouthed boy who had a sadistic streak. He never fit in anywhere, his wild eyes and unkempt appearance made him stick out like a sore, eerie thumb. The other kids his age would pick up that he wasn’t quite like them, he was antisocial and strange. He had a dark sense of humour and would make morbid jokes, even laughing at others pain. And his macabre fascination with death and destruction was the cherry on top for Toby’s bad reputation.

Obnoxious as he was, Toby had a way of making his way in the world. The boy was crafty and eccentric, blazing through life and leaving behind nothing but char everywhere that he went. The fire within him would carry on throughout his life, never expiring, even when he was brought to his knees.

ROCK AND A HARD PLACE .

Little Rock, Arkansas. Circa 2003.

CW: Gore, murder, general dark themes

Drug dens, cheap motels, and couch surfing. This was the life Jeffery Woodson made for himself during the escape from his crimes in Arizona. He wound up in Little Rock through various hitchhiking adventures and decided on a whim to take residence in the bustling city for a short while.

He quickly created a reputation for himself in the underground as a notorious extremist. With due time, Jeff developed a circle of followers so tight knit it was almost to the point of intriguing exclusivity. These people crowded around him like winged insects to a funeral pyre, and the man was one they worshipped like a God. Handpicking each and every person, he crafted a group only of associates who would subserve themselves to him. Jeff preached to them words of war, mayhem and hatred as though he was reading from the gospel of destruction. He painted a picture of the weak versus the strong, the winners versus the losers. In this little corner of the city, he was king.

It didn’t take long for him to settle in and begin making his mark through a rough series of murders, exerting power over those he viewed as inferior trash such as women who were a bit too much like his mother and men who were a bit too much like himself.

Three unfortunate sex workers fell victim to Jeffery. Amanda Chapman (31), Aimee Robinson (25), and Hannah Carter (24) were all found dead in various locations from motel rooms to dumpsters. Besides being brunette female prostitutes, the victims all shared one other distinct quality. They all had their mouths slit. Autopsy reveals this was done before the actual murder occurred, alongside various means of battery and torture. The sudden spike in murders throughout the past 4 months slowly gained the attention of authorities who slacked on investigating the killings due to the bad reputation of the victims. A criminal getting rid of other criminals wasn’t much of a worry for the police force.

It took one man who was assigned the case, George Harrison, to really enunciate the potential dangers of the murderer they had on their hands. Three victims in such a short time span meant they were now dealing with a serial killer. A man who effortlessly beat, tortured and mutilated the bodies of women he swept off the streets. It was clear the murderer was going down a road he would not come back from. Now, as the lead investigator, it was up to George to track the unknown assailant down.

For the next few months, the dedicated cop would obsessively pursue leads. Eventually he learned from his daughter, Jane, of a case in Arizona earlier that year of two women who were found in similar states as the victims found in Little Rock. The identical M.O was what led George down the path which led him to the dirty streets of the city where no man with a good conscience would go. He interviewed the traffickers, met with gangsters, made deals with thieves. It was a quick and swift descendent into the madness of humanity.

All it took was one tired afternoon in a coffee shop for George to sheepishly scan over his notes and pick up on a hidden clue he hadn’t seen before. A lightbulb lit up over his head that sent a wakening bolt of electricity through his overworked body. This was it. This was it.

Hopping into his old, sputtering car, he drove down to the crime-ridden streets of Little Rock and stopped out in front of a small, dark, broken down home. Inside the house was three women - two hookers, and one younger lady named Shelly Markson - and two men, Aaron Cooper and Jeffery Woodson.

George approached the building with caution and roughly knocked on the creaky old front door which was hidden behind a screen door that had the screen slashed open. The lack of answer, followed by the muffled sound of irritated chatter from inside, prompted the man to knock once more. It took a minute for the door to open, presenting a slim, pale man with long black hair and brooding blue eyes that were so dark they nearly resembled the depths of the sea. Gods great flood. Most notably, the stranger had a deep scar on the left side of his mouth, leading up his cheek like half a smile. The authoritarian energy of the younger male overpowered Georges by every means, and the police badge plastered in his wallet did nothing to offer the elder a sense of power. This wasn’t his terf, and he knew he oughta be careful now.

Softly but firmly, George opened his mouth and dryly escaped words of introduction to the man he was faced with. He let it be known he was a man of law enforcement, and was only there on business of pursuing leads regarding a case. To his surprise, the younger man was very cooperative, friendly even, as he agreed to answer any questions of his and offered George to continue the conversation with him inside. Away from prying eyes, away from the outside world, away from witnesses.

In that house, God did not exist. Peace did not exist. Humanity did not exist, or in other words it existed far too much. Primitively, Jeffery Woodson would beat George Harrison to death in front of the other four inhabitants of that devils house. Despite the witnesses pleads for him to calm down and back off, to a bloody pulp Jeff beat the elder man, and he wouldn’t stop until George was nothing but an unrecognizable corpse. The cops blood coated Jeffs hands and it fitted tightly like gloves, an article of crime and punishment.

“This is our territory. And this is what we do to anyone who stands in our way” Jeff stated with pride, his strong voice booming with such charm and vigour it brought the witnesses to their knees. Great Marquis of Hell, Jeff stood bold amongst the bloody mess of his wrath.

“He was sticking his dirty nose where he shouldn’t have been sticking it. This fuckin’ pig was going to bring us all down. You wanted to sit by and let him prey on you? I did you all a favour.”

October 23rd, 2003 was the morning Jane Harrison received the unfortunate news that her fathers body had been recovered in a dumpster outside of the police station. She later learned that he was left beat so unrecognizable that he was only identified through his badge.

Denial was the first thing that flew through her mind after hearing the words through the phone. Ending the call then and there, not to entertain that disrespect on her fathers name, crossed her mind. He had to have been still alive, and he was surely going to be home for supper as he always did. Surely.

5pm, 6pm, 7pm. The clock ticked on and each minute that passed began to burrow painfully into her chest. It was well past dinnertime when Jane finally made the devastating decision to go to the station to identify the body. Not a single tear was shed as George’s brutally mutilated body was presented to her.

“That is my father” were the only words to leave her lips etched into a frown. The weight of the world fell onto Jane in one single night, suffocating her with a heavy coat called grief. Loss was far too a familiar subject for her. Her fists balled and her breathing became shallow as the moment of sadness quickly grew into pure anger. It was her duty now to pick up where her father had left off and find the man responsible for destroying her world. She was going to get her revenge.

Man can yall stop shitting on realistic Creepypasta writers. If you’re going to write a realistic serial killer then obviously they’re going to be abusive/shitty human beings. Do you think Jeffery Dahmer was a nice guy? Ted Bundy?

The whole purpose of writing realism for the Pastas is getting into the morbidity of human nature. The nitty gritty and the criminology of these characters. Its all about embracing the dark aspects of criminals and killers in the real world.

Of course there is an issue when they start glamorizing or romanticizing it, but don’t shit on all realism writers for those annoying few. And also stop shitting on us for writing them with mental illness. Obviously not everyone with PDs or other disorders are toxic, abusive, or criminals, and obviously having a disorder doesn’t make you a bad person. But realistically, criminals and killers predominantly do have mental disorders so it only makes sense for someone to psychopathologize the characters right? (This is coming from someone with a heavily stigmatized disorder)

Also Im adding on that its OK to enjoy a wholesome goofy ass version of Creepypasta. I still hold that whole 2010 Slender Mansion stuff in my heart. But the fun Creepypasta and the fucked up Creepypasta worlds are allowed to coexist. People are allowed to make headcanons and fanfics of both the silly and the morbid side of it. Thats what makes the fandom so special is how much its up for interpretation and how different people can go with it.

I SWEAR ILL POST HEADCANONS AND SHIT SOON Im on a road trip and have been busy as fuuuck ☹️

Adding onto this a bit cuz this is a great post: In my own AU I do view Ticciwork as a more toxic relationship just cuz I like to stick to realism and serial killers are not mentally healthy at all, but in canon TICCIWORK IS A WHOLESOME ASS RELATIONSHIP BRO. Have you seen the canon art? Even Clockworks creator said she never moved on from Toby after he died, she clearly loved him a lot. You’re allowed to have your own opinions about it and your own headcanons but my god stop treating canon Ticciwork like its the worst shit in the world

How a CRP fandom ruined a healthy relationship. (TicciWork)

Since theres a trend going around about how Creepypasta characters will treat you of you were dating on tiktok. I seen that Toby is like an abuser or would view you as an object yada yada.

Ticci work, its such a very... bittersweet paring. I am no saint, I didn't like the ship when I was younger because I was obsessed with Toby and I hated that he was with someone. But people have to realize TicciWork was such a healthy ship, and still is. Yet people choose to ignore how much they both love each other, and how Tobys OWN creator drew how much IN LOVE Toby is with Natalie. The fandom ruined the ship to twist it so they could both can't be stable with one another. I hate how people say that Toby is a partner beater or how Natalie hates Toby. I really recommend reading Clockwork 2018 note, the last two images are the creators OWN words about the ship itself. (I am talking about the characters here, I am not here to discuss about what their creators wrongs and such. because the fandom ISN'T innocent either.)

You can have head canon, but please be aware HC are your vision but not the characters own CREATOR vision. I'm also not saying you HAVE to ship it, but you have to be aware you can't be going around giving FALSE information about a character that isn't yours or use HC as canon information. TicciWork IS a healthy ship, no I am not here to defending them being killers, but they treasure each other and view each other with love. Especially both came from horrible place that they called a childhood with abusive family members. The fandom just love to twist something so beautiful into something it isn't. If you are interested on Natalie's creator 2018 note, I'll post where to look. Keep in mind, both Toby and Natalies creators were 13 when they made the beloved characters we know and love, yet were harassed so badly over a ship. People deem they want Toby to be happy, and when he is happy with Natalie who he was deeply in love with. All of a sudden, he shouldn't be dating because his a killer/ unstable.

FIRST POST OF THE AU IS UP GO CHECK IT OUT. Yes it gets more in depth and interesting this is just the tip of the ice berg :3 Go check it out so you have bragging rights that youve been here since the beginning

BREAKING NEWS .

April 7th, 2003. IMPORTANT RELEASE.

At 6:27am, 03/31/03, police received a phone call from an employee at Motor Inn, Phoenix AZ, regarding a deceased female found in one of the rooms. After further investigation, the girl was identified as 17 year old Millie Houghton.

Due to the conditions her body was found in, authorities have reason to believe she was murdered. Witness reports say that Houghton was seen at a bar on May 27th around 11pm and arrived at the Inn around midnight with a man who is identified as a prime suspect. She had used a fake ID to enter the bar and willingly left with the man.

Witness reports the suspect as a white man in his early 20s, approximately 5’8ft 140lbs, and has long black hair. He was last seen wearing a white sweater and black pants. Any information on this suspect please call the Phoenix police force +1(602)262-6151

Please note that police sketches may not be accurate.