Ticci-Toby

Red stopped walking as soon as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and chest. He heard quiet sobbing from the person behind him. He turned his head slightly around, and saw the champion, Gold, right there. "Gold?" He asked. Not caring how different he looked. His skin much paler, his whites turned black and his iris's red, blood tears ran down his cheeks. "Y-you were right, Red." He sobbed, "Like every hero, they soon are left to be forgotten..." Red placed his hand on top of his, feeling guilty for the trainer that had beaten him. He secretly sworn revenge on him, but his time lasted shorter than the former champion. Why wouldn't he

...21. Nothing bad. You started to walk through the corridor in the left and heard a noise behind you. -Hey, wait!-The voice said. It was that girl again. She looked at you and the to the key in your hands.-What number is it? -21.-you answered, looking at the keys. -Oh.-her eyes widened.-Then you'll may need this.-she said,searching in her bag and throwing something at you. It was a white and red colored ball, with a little button. You sighed and kept walking, looking the ball closely, and then remembered. It was that ball from Pokemon series. The one you use to catch the pokemons. Why would you keep that, anyway? Well, probably you'll

  You were in the Creepypasta house,sitting on the couch as you played video games with BEN and Jeff on either side of you. You were about to beat the both of them,when you heard the door slam,causing you to jump. When you turned to look who had made the sound,you saw Happy Appy walking in,a scowl on his face. His red hair was messed up,and had a little dirt in it.He had scratches,bruises,and blood all over his body.And his clothes were either wrinkled,torn,or dirty. "Hey Appy,what happened?"you asked,concern in your voice.He glanced at you and grumbled something,walking away. You scratched your head in confusion.Usually he was so happy.But

Hello new friend, my name is Fred the words you hear are in my head. I say, I said my name is Fred, and I've been... very naughty. The story I'm about to tell, I tell you, I will tell you well, Is of my dear aunt Muriel, and just how I've been... naughty. Voila the farm. My aunt lives here, with precious pup, and husband dear. My heart beats fast as I drew near, I feel so nice... and naughty. I thought just how excited they, must be that I would come today, they'd shout "come Fred! huzzah! hooray! Dear boy you look so... naughty." That's when my tired eyes beheld, a doggy dog, like dog, he smelled, D-O-G, is what he spelled,