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Chapter 1: Who is Ticci Toby and why is he infamous?
welcome back to creepcast this is a story we wanted to throw in a all-timer known as tiki toby uh as per usual i've never read this but isaiah seems to have quite a quite a nice history with it oh it's uh it's a work of art surely i only picked the best i mean clearly look at creepypasta.com i mean has yeah nine what what is hold on i i lost it because a super mario ripoff uh game in japanese
that 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 4,740 votes. Yeah.
Almost 5,000 people have come here and said this is a near perfect story. When you look at the tags for it, what kind of perfect story would not be tagged with things such as gore, mental illnesses?
I would love to read the tags if I may. Yeah, go ahead. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. So it says this was written in March 2nd, 2015. Oh, 10 year, 10 year anniversary. Good for us. So this is these are the tags. It says deaths, murders and disappearances. Famous creepypasta slashers and gore. Arson are sins. Creepypasta classics. Crimes. Deaths.
Castaway, Mental Illness, Murders, Serial Killers, Slashers, Sociopaths, Stabbings, Tiki Toby, Tiki Toby Anime, Tiki Toby Backstory, Tiki Toby Creepypasta, Tiki Toby Creepypasta Story, Tiki Toby Drawling, Tiki Toby Fan Art, Tiki Toby Full Story, Tiki Toby Castaway, Tiki Toby Origin Story, Tiki Toby Original Story, Tiki Toby Story, and... Toby Rogers. Incredible. It's unbelievable.
Now, see, one thing that really stood out 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.
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Chapter 2: What are the key elements of the Ticci Toby story?
You're Tiki Toby. So you have Tourette's and stuff too. I am broken pancakes, pancakes. Okay, we can't. We need to cut that. 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 that. I'm done. No more. We have to get it out now.
Isaiah, we have to get it out now. 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. Look, whatever problems you have with him, I probably have as well. We can come to agreement on this.
Stand right by me at the altar as I whisper pancakes into your ear. Not on this one.
Absolutely not. Pancakes. Where was I even? I forgot. Was this Tourette's Syndrome? I got it. He would crack his neck uncontrollably and twitch every once in a while. The kids would tease him and call him Ticky 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, no, the teacher was probably you. The teacher was probably you and making fun of him along with the other students.
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Chapter 3: How does Ticci Toby's backstory affect his character?
Tony didn't respond. He just continued to look forward at 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 as 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 cry. 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 streetlight. He heard ringing in his ears and couldn't look away. The figure stood beside the streetlight, about two feet shorter than it did, long arms draped at its sides as it stared up at him with non-existing eyes.
The figure 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 sat 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, sleepyhead. You've been sleeping forever.
She greeted him with a hesitant smile. Toby slowly looked over at the clock and noticed it was 1230 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.
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