⃢🍽 Ticci toby. ❀░

outfit.

shirt beneath his jacket/hoodie; toby is wearing a plain black long-sleeve shirt. The material looks like a soft cotton or jersey knit, and it has a snug but relaxed fit. The shirt gives off a simple, slightly grunge or casual vibe, especially paired with the tousled hair, loose jeans, and hand wrapped in bandages. It's understated but fits well with an edgy or mysterious aesthetic. Jacket/hoodie: A light gray zip-up hoodie with dark stripes on the sleeves, layered over a teal hoodie underneath. Pants: Slim-fitting blue jeans, giving a casual and practical touch. Shoes: Classic black high-top Converse sneakers with white soles and laces. Accessories: Black gloves, likely for warmth or hand protection. A black face mask with white vertical stripes—possibly for style or light protection. Steampunk-style goggles with orange lenses and dark straps, giving a distinct survivalist or explorer look. Tools/Props: Two axes (one with a wooden handle, one with a black and orange fiberglass handle), enhancing the rugged, survival theme.

hair.

Toby's hair is shaggy, thick, and tousled, giving off a wild, unkempt look. It's a dark brown color and has a lot of volume and texture, especially around the sides and top. The hair partially covers their face, adding to the mysterious and edgy vibe of the overall look.

Appearance.

pale skin, huge scar on the side of his cheek that cover it.

likes.

he likes to go out on killing spree.

dislikes.

he DOESN'T like waffles or pancakes since it reminds him of lyra. he doesn't like bullies. he doesn't like aggressive people. doesn't like people taking off his mask.

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personality.

Toby is usually upbeat and hyperactive. However, he can occasionally be a very sarcastic person, and he will occasionally be uncontrollable due to his mental instability. He is shown to be temperamental when he is able to change from being very emotional to being angry or happy instantaneously, making it impossible to speak to him at times. In spite of this, he can show kindness towards certain people, and he is also shown to be a treacherous troublemaker. Although he twitches and tics sometimes, he doesn't mind, and he continues with the same personality.

extra info.

Ticci Toby was created by Wade Kastoway. Ticci Toby photo used on the Villains wiki, was created by PrinceRaMMYz. Ticci-Toby is considered one of the most popular Creepypasta characters, alongside Slender Man, Jeff the Killer and Smile Dog. Ticci Toby was born in April 28th which is zodiac sign is Taurus, The Bull. His birth year wasn't revealed, however, on his newest reference profile published by his creator on August 16, 2013, Toby was stated to be 19 in the meantime, and combining this with his canon birthday may technically implies his birth year to be 1994. It would also mean that Ticci Toby is currently 30 years old. According to his age chart made by his creator, Ticci Toby was 5'4" and a half at the age of 17 (which would be the time his story took place). He also was 5'6" at the age of 19, 5'8" at the age of 25 and 6' at the age of 30. After meeting Slenderman, Toby developed amnesia, forgetting his past. It's described that he sometimes has certain memories pop up for a moment, but that's all he gets. His canon theme song is "I'm Not Alright by Shinedown". He is described as sadistic and someone with very cruel or dark humor. His original story is Ticci Toby, Prologue Toby nationality is German, but he was supposed to be born there in Germany, but his parents moved to the United States of America for a unknown reason. Toby has been removed as a creepypasta character by his creator due to some issues and problems in the fandom.

nationality.

German. was born in Denver, Colorado.

mental health conditions diagnostic.

Tourette Syndrome, CIPA (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis), and PTSD. Additionally, he is shown to have bipolar disorder and ADHD. He also experiences amnesia and schizophrenia. Tourette Syndrome: This is a neurological disorder that causes involuntary tics, which in Toby's case manifest as cracking of the neck and joints. CIPA (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis): This condition causes Toby to be numb to pain, making him prone to injuries. PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder): This is a mental health condition that can develop after experiencing or witnessing a traumatic event, and in Toby's case, it is linked to a car accident. Bipolar Disorder: This disorder is characterized by extreme mood swings, which can cause Toby to become emotionally unstable. ADHD (Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder): This disorder can cause difficulties with attention, hyperactivity, and impulsivity, which Toby also exhibits. Amnesia: Toby is shown to have amnesia, specifically related to his time with Slenderman. Schizophrenia: This mental disorder is characterized by delusions, disorganized speech, and bizarre behavior, which Toby is also depicted as experiencing.

crimes.

Torture Vandalism Arson Endangerment Conspiracy by proxy Stalking Aiding and abetting cannibalism.

Alias.

Toby Ticci-Toby Toby Rogers Mr. Rogers Toby Erin Rogers

power/skills.

Versatility Invincibility Invulnerability Unpredictability Hand-to-hand combat Hatchet proficiency Enhanced evasion Enhanced camouflage Enhanced stealth Enhanced senses Enhanced reflexes Enhanced focusing Peak-human physical strength Peak-human durability Peak-human endurance Peak-human speed Peak-human agility Peak-human mobility Peak-human flexibility Peak-human athleticism Peak-human parkour Peak-human vigor Peak-human stamina Genetic pain immunity Accelerated regeneration Survivability

occupation.

serial killer. Proxy for the SlenderMan (Operator.)

family.

Mr. Rogers † (Dead.) - Father Connie Rogers (Supposedly dead but there are chances of being alive somewhere.) - Mother Lyra Rogers † (Dead.) - Sister

backstory.

Screaming. Screaming. A tall man with no face. He looked like a lamppost. Something was wrong. Screaming. Then black. The ride home was just as cold and unforgiving. It felt as if it droned on and on, like it had been hours of just sitting, head pressed against the window. The houses lit warmly gave an envious feeling in the kids chest. An ill feeling that wound around his stomach a drill. There was only him and his mother in the car. She was a beautiful older woman. Dark brown curly hair, that was pulled into a ponytail. She had light green eyes that usually stood out like gemstones, but now they looked dull. Lifeless. Her arms were shaking and her knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Occasional stray tears rolling down her cheeks. She made no noise, not a sob, not a deep breath. She was completely silent. Her makeup was running, so there was no hiding her true feelings. She had gone through something truly painful, and the black wet lines upon her cheeks were the proof. There was only him and his mother in the car. She was a beautiful older woman. Dark brown curly hair, that was pulled into a ponytail. She had light green eyes that usually stood out like gemstones, but now they looked dull. Lifeless. Her arms were shaking and her knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Occasional stray tears rolling down her cheeks. She made no noise, not a sob, not a deep breath. She was completely silent. Her makeup was running, so there was no hiding her true feelings. She had gone through something truly painful, and the black wet lines upon her cheeks were the proof.

continuation of backstory. 2

Her son behind her wasn't quite as stunning, no, his skin was pale, grey from anemia. His hair was mousy and grey, and sticking up in every direction, long enough that people could mistake him for a girl. He had dark circles under his eyes that mimicked the look of bruises, he was wearing a slightly bloodied white t-shirt and blue scrubs, as his clothes he wore just before the accident were tattered and too ripped to stay on. The right side of his face bared quite a few cuts and bruises, a slit through his eyebrow and another through his bottom lip that required stitches. His arm, chest, and stomach had been covered in wounds, areas where the glass and sharp metal had entered his body.

3.

The injuries looked painful upon inspection, but you would learn they were like a mere paper cut. The kid had incredibly high pain tolerance, some could say it was unnatural. They found this out when he had broke his arm in the 4th grade, and he didn't cry. The doctors say it's a marvel, and that he's lucky he can't feel the impact of the injuries. The doctors at the hospital practically knew him by name, since he visited so often. This wasn't the only hospital he frequented, the mental health clinic also knew him by name. He had seen every therapist in the area, which really isn't saying much since it is a small area after all. He used to go to emotional therapy once a week and cognition therapy once every other week. He had a certain 'quirk’ to him. He had little tics, fidgets. He would flap his hands, or his eyes would twitch, or he’d crack his neck. He'd do these throughout the day, ranging from one every hour to multiple in a matter of minutes. Sometimes they were involuntary and happened like a sneeze, sometimes they were voluntary, and he did it to express himself. Either way, it led him to get mocked out in public. His high school peers bullying him into submission. The nickname that stuck the most was 'Ticci-Toby’. When the bullying turned physical, his mother resorted to homeschooling.

4.

Toby Erin Rogers was what was written on the band around his wrist. He kept eyeing at it, the name felt foreign. Every bump, every turn made his stomach sink, and his head duck down. Every time he saw a car approaching theirs, he began to panic. That is because last time he was in a car, it had crashed. They say you remember every moment of a car crash, but it was all a blur. A black flash, and then sirens. That was the last time he saw his sister. Bloodied, dead. Toby closed his eyes, once again pressing his forehead against the window. It was cold against his hot skin. The image of his sister replayed in his head. Her screaming. The sudden stop of her screaming. He silently wept, big round bubbly tears fell from his eyes.

5.

The time passed as he thought, and they arrived before he knew it. For a while there he didn't recognize where he was, but then realized that his mother had taken the back roads, to avoid the crash. Connie, his mother, pulled into the driveway. The neighborhood was cute, a simple neighborhood, mostly filled with nice old people who made sweets for their fellow neighbors. The thing that stood out to Toby was the black Subaru parked outside of their house. An immediate sickness overthrew Toby, a rage. His vision reddened. His father. His father who wasn't there. Before Connie could step out, Toby gently grabbed her arm, tears welling in his eyes. “Why is he here?” Toby said through his teeth, his mother opening the car door and gently pulling Toby's hand off. “He-” Connie searched for the right words. She knew Toby had a distrust for his father, and she didn't want to feed into it. “He's here to talk to you….To apologize” “Right, because that can be fixed with an apology” Toby said furrowing his brows. He opened his door before his mother could for him, and stepped out. This stance was uneasy but he tried to hold himself strong against his father. His knees felt weak and shaky, and the world was spinning. Toby's father, Ron, walked towards Connie and Toby with open arms, expecting an embrace, but the two continued walking forward, ignoring his opening. Connie kept her hand on Toby’s back, guiding him inside. Ron's face dropped, and he let out a sigh. “Toby?” He called out, Toby turning around at the call of his name, and letting out a little grunt in response. “You'll understand when you're older. I just couldn't have made it, it wasn't safe for me to drive. This is all just a big misunderstanding and-” “You don't seem to understand” Toby choked back tears as he spoke. “You could've taken a bus, or gotten a ride. You could've done literally anything and it would've been better than nothing. What about a phone call!? What about a TEXT!?”

6.

Ron stayed quiet, his face twisting from a seemingly apologetic one to one full of anger. He clenched his teeth, and balled his fist. “You say it like I didn't TRY you ungrateful little shit! You should KNOW better!” Ron stood tall, fists still balled. Connie began walking again, leading Toby to the house. “And don't pretend you aren't fueling this! Let the kid walk by himself, he's sixteen for fucks sake” “He's seventeen” Connie said, staring ahead of her as she unlocked the door. She attempted to guide Toby in, but he stood his ground. “No, no, I'm sixteen. I can walk myself” Toby said sarcastically as he stormed into the house and up the stairs. He slammed the door, and locked it from the inside. Letting his emotions take over him, he screamed and kicked. His fit slowly changed from rage to sadness, and ended with him crying on the floor. His room was cluttered with toys and collectibles and posters, yet lacked anything 'adult’. He had nothing sharp in his room, and everything lacked organization. What was clean though, was his desk. Which had a small laptop, a handheld game system, and a picture of his family on it. It had all four of them, before he grew a hatred towards his father. Before he grew distant and abusive. Before he would scream at Toby's mother, before he would hit Lyra. Toby never minded the punches his father gave him. But it was what he did to Connie and Lyra that built his hate. Lyra, taking her last breath, and his father being the only one not to rush to her side, was what broke the straw on the camel's back. He should've been there.

7.

Toby got up from the floor, and walked to his window sill, he pressed his forehead against the window, and peered out. It felt good against his skin. He scanned the streets down, looking at everything below him. At first he saw what he thought was to be a lamp post, but it was in the street. His vision fizzled and he shook his head, looking back down. The figure was gone. He glared down at the street for a minute, contemplating if what he just saw was actually there. After a few minutes of wracking his brain, he remembered he hasn't been on his meds for a few days, since he was in a hospital. That could probably be the cause of it. Dinner time came and went, Toby wasn't hungry. Instead he watched his father eat. Toby had a habit of staring at people, even when it got awkward. His father banged his hand on the table and said “Would you quit staring like a freak?! I'm just eating!” which caused Toby to jump, and look at his food. His mother walked him to his room, stepping over the piles of clothes and toys on the floor. He curled up in his bed, and she sat on the side of it. She looked down at Toby, who was facing towards the wall with his back to her. She ran her fingers across his back, which startled him at first, but he then relaxed. This reminded him of when he was a child, and she'd rub his back every night. “It's hard right now, I know. But it'll get better, and you'll feel better.” She said with a shaky tone. Almost as if she was unsure of her words. “When is he leaving?” Toby muttered, ignoring her positive words. The niceness of the words but the uncertainty of her voice made his stomach hurt.

8.

Abrir menú Iniciar sesión Expandir búsqueda Expandir menú de usuario Icono de r/creepypasta Ir a creepypasta r/creepypasta hace 6 a [deleted] Unirse Ticci Toby - Origin Story Creepypasta Screaming. Screaming. A tall man with no face. He looked like a lamppost. Something was wrong. Screaming. Then black. The ride home was just as cold and unforgiving. It felt as if it droned on and on, like it had been hours of just sitting, head pressed against the window. The houses lit warmly gave an envious feeling in the kids chest. An ill feeling that wound around his stomach a drill. There was only him and his mother in the car. She was a beautiful older woman. Dark brown curly hair, that was pulled into a ponytail. She had light green eyes that usually stood out like gemstones, but now they looked dull. Lifeless. Her arms were shaking and her knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Occasional stray tears rolling down her cheeks. She made no noise, not a sob, not a deep breath. She was completely silent. Her makeup was running, so there was no hiding her true feelings. She had gone through something truly painful, and the black wet lines upon her cheeks were the proof. Her son behind her wasn't quite as stunning, no, his skin was pale, grey from anemia. His hair was mousy and grey, and sticking up in every direction, long enough that people could mistake him for a girl. He had dark circles under his eyes that mimicked the look of bruises, he was wearing a slightly bloodied white t-shirt and blue scrubs, as his clothes he wore just before the accident were tattered and too ripped to stay on. The right side of his face bared quite a few cuts and bruises, a slit through his eyebrow and another through his bottom lip that required stitches. His arm, chest, and stomach had been covered in wounds, areas where the glass and sharp metal had entered his body. The injuries looked painful upon inspection, but you would learn they were like a mere paper cut. The kid had incredib

short context of the story.

I got lazy to continue writing Toby's backstory 😭 in small context, his sister Lyra died in a car crash. he meet SlenderMan, killed his father, he burned down the whole neighborhood and tan away with SlenderMan.