Toby Erin Rogers - Blog Posts
Pls somebody request stuff am so bored and i have so much time i swear i will be fast with it no matter if its sfw or nsfw i dont want the fandom to die
AH I MISS THIS BOY! I have been getting back into CreepyPasta and I am sad he is no longer apart of it. Toby is and always will be one of my favorite pastas. I don't know what the conditions are for using him but I have loved this character for many years. I did have a falling out with CreepyPasta, but I am back now even if it is just for this drawing. If this does do well then I would be happy to redesign some of the Pastas and make them actually creepy again. I just have a serious desire to put the creepy back into CreepyPasta. I am still doing mostly Dead by Daylight though because I have a story I am working on. I can't build a community on YouTube but I can build one anywhere else.
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A/N: Small little blurb I decided to write in the meantime of writing others Christmas themed stories. Best of all, itβs with one of my favorite creeps, Toby! Remember to stay hydrated and happy holidays! :)
TW: None, just pure holiday fluff!
The snow fell softly outside your cabin window, a pristine white blanket covering the forest floor. The gentle crackle of the fireplace was the only sound as you curled up in your favorite chair, a mug of hot cocoa warming your hands. You had always loved the quiet serenity of the woods, especially during the holiday season. This year, however, felt differentβan unsettling weight lingered in the air, like a shadow just out of sight.
You glanced toward the clock on the wall. It was nearing midnight, and you had no intentions of staying up much later. The holidays were always a bit lonely for you, being so far removed from town. But this year, you werenβt truly alone.
The sound of the door creaking open made you smile. "Toby? That you?" you called, setting your mug down.
"Who else would it be?" came the familiar, raspy voice of your boyfriend. Toby stepped into the cabin, stomping snow off his boots and pulling down the scarf covering his face. His goggles reflected the warm glow of the fire as he walked over to you, his jittery movements as familiar to you as the sound of the wind outside.
"Youβre late," you teased, standing to greet him. "I was starting to think you got lost."
Toby chuckled, a sharp, uneven sound that still managed to warm your heart. "Wouldnβt be the first time," he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. "Had to make sure no one was following me, you know."
You frowned, worry flickering in your chest. "You think someoneβs out there?"
He shrugged, pulling off his gloves and tossing them onto the table. "Maybe. Maybe not. But Iβm here now, so no need to worry."
Easier said than done, you thought, but you nodded anyway. "Alright. You hungry? I made some soup."
Tobyβs eyes lit up behind his goggles. "Hell yeah. Youβre the best, you know that?"
You rolled your eyes but couldnβt help the smile that spread across your face. Moments like thisβthe rare, quiet times when Toby let his guard downβmade all the chaos of your relationship worth it.
As you ladled soup into bowls, Toby settled himself on the rug in front of the fire, his jittery movements gradually calming in the warmth of the room. You joined him, handing him a bowl and sitting cross-legged beside him.
"So," you said, watching him take a bite, "any plans for tomorrow?"
He glanced at you, his expression unreadable behind the goggles. "You mean Christmas?"
You nodded. "Yeah. Thought we could maybe do something. Just the two of us."
Toby was silent for a moment, staring into the fire. Then he set his bowl down and leaned back on his hands. "You really like all this holiday stuff, huh?"
"I guess," you said, shrugging. "Itβs nice to have a reason to celebrate. And itβs our first Christmas together, so I thoughtβ¦ I donβt know."
He tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Youβre cute when youβre nervous, you know that?"
You flushed, nudging him with your elbow. "Shut up. Iβm serious."
"I know," he said, his voice softening. "And yeah. We can do something. Whatever you want."
Your heart swelled at his words. Toby wasnβt exactly the romantic type, but moments like this reminded you just how much he cared in his own, unique way.
As the night deepened, the two of you shared quiet stories and memories by the fire. The soft light cast flickering shadows across Tobyβs face, and you found yourself studying himβthe way his hair fell messily over his goggles, the way his lips curved into a faint smile when he was truly at ease. He caught you staring and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Nothing," you said quickly, though your cheeks burned. "Just⦠you look happy."
His smirk softened into something more genuine. "Thatβs βcause I am. Being here with youβ¦ itβs nice."
You reached out, hesitating for only a moment before brushing your fingers against his cheek. He stiffened slightly but didnβt pull away. "You deserve to be happy, Toby," you said softly.
For a moment, he didnβt respond. Then, with a sudden burst of confidence, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss. It was hesitant at first, almost unsure, but when you responded, threading your fingers through his hair, he deepened it. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.
The kiss left you both breathless, and when he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, though whether from the fire or the kiss, you couldnβt tell. "Iβ¦ Iβm not great at this stuff," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But Iβm trying. For you.β
Your heart ached at his vulnerability. "Youβre doing perfect," you said, cupping his face and pressing another kiss to his lips. "Youβre perfect."
The rest of the night passed in a blur of warmth and stolen kisses. By the time the first rays of dawn broke through the trees, you were curled up together on the rug, a blanket draped over you both. Tobyβs arm was slung protectively around you, his breaths slow and even as he slept.
As you watched the snow continue to fall outside, you couldnβt help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Life with Toby was far from normal, but it was yours. And for now, that was enough.
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Y/n- Toby I think I-
Toby- You donβt do that very well.
Literally Toby after Lyra died and he started to see slender
Hoodie whatβs a summary of your day like?
Seems like fun
Toby Do you like pancakes???????????????????? :3 Why do you annoy masky?
Oooh so thatβs what Masky meant.. huh.Also Toby you might want to look up the definition of βannoyβ
Everyoneβs opinions on Toby? (Heβs my favorite sorry)
His entire room? That mustβve been a LOT of waffles.
Hoodie, how do you feel about... Bread
Care to explain Toby?