"Ticci Toby" STORY (2 Years Later) Creepypasta + Draw This Again Challenge

it's been two years since I first made my taquito be video it's got over a million and a half views that's a lot of views and I thought it'd be really fun to go back redraw it reiterate the story and see how much I've improved in two years not only in my artistic ability but also my storytelling skills I went back and listened to that video and I thought it was really really bad I'm surprised people are still watching it this is my way of showing you guys how much I've improved and hopefully encouraging you guys who were practicing at anything that practice pays off and you just gotta stick at it so let's get into it and I hope you guys enjoy Tiki Toby the long road seemed to go on and on the road continued to out stretch in front of the vehicle endlessly the light that shone through the branches of the tall green trees danced across the window in random patterns every once in a while obnoxiously shining in your eyes the surrounding was full of deep green trees forming a forest around the road the only sound was off the car's engine as it traveled down the path it was peaceful and led off a serene feeling although the ride seemed like a nice one it lacked any form of noise for both passengers the middle-aged woman behind the steering wheel had neat short brown hair that fitted her complexion quite well she wore a green v-neck t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans diamond stud earrings decorated each of her years which particularly showed from behind her hair she had deep green eyes which were brought out by her shirt and the lighting seemed to make them more noticeable there wasn't much significance to her appearance she just looked like any average mother that you'd see on TV shows and such but one thing for sure made her different from those average mothers and that was the dark bags under her eyes her facial expression was gloomy and sad although she genuinely looks like she smiled a lot she would sniffle every once in a while and occasionally glanced back in the rearview mirror to look back at her son in the backseat who was hunched over his arms held tight around his chest and his head pressed against the cold window the boy lacks any normal appearance anyone could land Lee see that something was wrong with him his messy brown hair went in every which way and his pale almost gray skin brought out by the luminescent lighting his eyes were dark unlike his mother's and he wore a white t-shirt and scrub pants that had been provided to him by the hospital the clothes he had worn before were so shredded and blood-stained they weren't really wearable anymore the right side of his face bared a few cuts along with his splitter eyebrow his right arm was bandaged up all the way to his shoulder which had been shredded when his right side had hit the shattered glass his injuries appeared to be painful when really he couldn't feel a thing he never could feel a thing that was just one of the glories about being him one of the many challenges he had faced growing up was growing up with the rare disease that caused him to be completely towards pain never before had he felt himself yet hurt he could have lost an arm and felt nothing and another major disorder he had vast was one that deemed him many insulting nicknames in the short time he attended grade school before he was moved to home schooling was his Tourette's syndrome which caused him to tick and twitch in ways he couldn't control he would crack his neck uncontrollably and twitch every once in a while the kids would tease him and call him ticky Toby and mock him with exaggerated twitching and laughing it got so bad he turned to homeschooling it was hard for him to be in a common learning environment with seemingly every kid poking or more like stabbing fun at him Toby stared blankly out of the window his face was empty of any depict able emotion and every few minutes his shoulder arm or foot would twitch every bump the car tires hit made his stomach turn Toby Rogers was the boy's name and the last time Toby remembered riding in a car was when it crashed that's all he could think about unconsciously replaying everything that he remembered before he blacked out over and over again toby had been the lucky one when his sister hadn't been so lucky when the thought of his older sister came back he couldn't help but let his eyes to Europe the horrible memories replayed in his mind her screaming that had been cut off when the front of the car was smashed in it all went blank for a moment before Toby opened his eyes to see his sister's body her forehead pierced with glass shards her hips and legs crushed under the force of the steering wheel her torso pushed in from the late inflated airbag this was the last thing he had seen of his dear sister the road home continued for what seems like forever it took so long to get home due to his mother wanting to avoid passing the site of the crash when the surroundings gave in to were familiar neighborhood they had both been more than ready to get out of the car and step back into their own home it was an older neighborhood with quaint little houses all next to each other the car drove in front of a little blue house with white window panes they both quickly noticed the old vehicle that was parked in front of the house and the familiar figure who stood in the driveway Toby felt automatic anger and frustration take over him at the sight of his father his father who wasn't there his mother pulled the car up into the driveway beside him before turning off the engine and preparing to step out and face her husband why is he here Toby said quietly as he looked back at his mother who was reaching to open the car door he's your father Toby he's here because he wants to see you his mother responded with a monotone voice trying to sound less shaky yet he couldn't have driven up to the hospital to see Lyra before she died Toby narrowed his eyes out of the window he was drunk that night honey he couldn't drive yeah when is he not Toby pushed open the door before his mother and stumbled out onto the driveway where he met his father's gaze before looking down at his feet with a stern expression his mother stepped out from behind him and met her husband's eyes before walking around the car his father opened his arms expecting a hug from his wife when she walked past him and to put her arm around Toby's shoulder and influenced him to begin walking inside Connie her husband began to say under a raspy voice no welcome home hug huh she ignored her husband's obnoxious words and walked past him with her son under her arm hey he's 16 he can walk himself his father began to follow them in his seventeen Connie glared back at him before opening the door to the house and stepping inside Toby why don't you go to your room and to get some rest okay I'll come get you when dinner is ready no I'm 16 I can walk myself Toby said sarcastically and glared back at his father before stumbling up the small staircase and turning into his room where he slammed the door violently his little room didn't have much in it just a small bed a dresser a window and his walls had a few picture frames of his family back when they were a family before his father became an alcoholic and acted violently towards the rest of his family Toby remembered when he was arguing with his mother and he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to the floor and when Lyra had tried to break it up he pushed her and she hit her back on the corner of the kitchen counter Toby could never forgive him for what he had done to his mother and sister never Toby didn't care how much his father beat him now he couldn't feel it anyway what he did care about was how he intentionally hurt the only two people he cared about and when he was waiting in the hospital where his sister took her last few breaths the only person who didn't rush there was his dad Toby stood in the window and two looked out onto the street he could have sworn he saw things out of the corner of his eye but quickly blamed it on the medication he had been put on when dinner time came around and his mother called up to him Toby came down the stairs and hesitantly sat down at the table across from his father and in between his mother and an empty chair it was quiet as his parents peeked at their food but Toby refused to eat instead he just watched his dad with a blank stare his mother caught on to his stare towards his father and elbowed him slightly Toby glanced over at her and looked down at his uneaten food which he didn't touch Toby lay in bed he pulled his covers up to his head and stared at the window he was tired but there was no way he would fall asleep he couldn't there was too much to think about he had been debating on whether or not to follow his mother's directions and forgive his father or to continue holding a grudge with boiling hatred he heard his door creak open and his mother padded into the room and sat on the bed next to him she reached over and rubbed his back which had been turned to her I know it's hard Toby trust me I understand but I promise you it will get better she said softly when is he going to leave Toby said with that innocent tone in his shaky voice Connie let her gaze fall down to her feet I don't know honey he's staying as far as I know she replied Toby 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 three 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 covers laying on his back he pulled his pillow over his face and cried into it he could feel his chest rise and fall as he let a arted shaky breath as he cried he could hear his own pitiful wiping he would have been screaming and crying if he didn't press his pillow over his face after a few seconds he threw the pillow off his face and sat up hunched over in bed holding his head and breathing roughly tears streaming from his eyes he couldn't help but cry he tried to keep it in but he couldn't help that whine and whimper 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 to try 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 centred 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 long arms draped at its sides as it stared at him with non-existent eyes the figure had no features whatsoever no eyes no mouth no nose yet it held Toby's hypnotized stare seemingly peering into his very being the ringing in his ears grew louder and louder every second he stared before suddenly it all went black the next morning Toby awoke 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 up he automatically felt dizzy he stumbled to the doorway and too walked down the stairs his parents were sitting at the table his father was in tune with the small TV that sat on the countertop and his mother reading the newspaper she quickly looked over when she felt Toby's presence looming behind her well good morning sleepyhead you've been asleep forever she greeted him with hesitant smile Toby slowly looked over at the clock and noticed it was 12:30 p.m. I made you breakfast but it got cold I was going to wake you but I felt you needed the sleep her expression fell from happy to worried as her son resisted responding to her you all right Toby stumbled over and sat by his father he felt as if he was on idle he had no control over his actions he was seeing everything he did but it didn't seem to register in his brain properly he reached out to his father's arm but his hand ended up getting slapped away his father turned to him abruptly and pushed his chair over with his foot don't touch me boy he yelled his mother stood up all right knock it off that's the last thing we need the days went by and things continued as they were Connie spent most of her time cleaning up the house and her rude husband spent most of his time ordering her around it was just how it used to be before the crash Toby never really left his room he would sit by his bed and tremble his mind would wander but his thoughts changed too fast to be remembered he would pace around his small room like a caged animal or stare out the window the unhealthy cycle continued Connie continued to be pushed around by her husband being way too submissive to him and Toby remained in his room before he could think twice he would begin to chew on his hands tearing the flesh from his fingers he would gnaw his hands until they bled when his mother walked in on him while he was doing so she reacted horribly she rushed him downstairs and grabbed the first-aid wrapping his hands in and she demanded that he wouldn't leave her side from then he isolated himself so much that he grew to hate being around others his memory grew glitchy as well he'd started missing memories of minutes hours days and so on he would begin talking nonsense about things completely unrelated to conversations he would have he'd go off about seeing things sharks in his sink as he washed the dishes hearing crickets in his pillows and seeing ghosts outside his bedroom window all the nonsense landed him in the counselor's office his mother grew too anxious about his mental health she decided it would be good for him to talk to a professional about what he was feeling Connie walked Toby into the building holding his hand and guiding him in she walked him up to the front desk and began talking to the lady who sat behind it miss Rogers the lady asked yes that's me Connie nodded we're here to see dr. Oliver I'm here with Toby Rogers yes right this way the lady stood up and led them down a long hallway Toby looked at the framed artwork down the holes and tuned into the sound of the ladies high-heeled on the hardwood floor she opened the door to a room with a table and two chairs if we can get him to sit in here for a few minutes I'll get the doctor she smiled and held the door open Toby stumbled into the room and sat down at the table he looked over at his mother and the lady before the door slowly shut behind them he looked around the room before he held up his tightly bandaged hands and began to bite at the bandages to unwrap his hands that was interrupted as the door swung open and a woman in a black and white spot address and two light blonde hair stepped in holding a clipboard and a pen tobe she asked with a smile Toby looked up at her and nodded nice to meet you Toby my name is dr. Oliver she put her hand out for him to shake but hesitantly pulled it away when she noticed his bandaged hands Oh she smiled nervously before clearing her throat and sitting in the chair across the table from him so I'm going to ask you a few questions try to answer them as honestly as possible okay she placed her clipboard down on the table Toby nodded slowly and held his restrained hands in his lap how old are you Toby seventeen he responded quietly she wrote that down on the paper that was clipped to the clipboard what is your full name Toby Aaron Rogers what is your birthday April 28th who is your immediate family Toby paused for a minute before answering her question my mom my dad and he stopped my sister I heard about your sister dear I'm really sorry her expression faded into a sad pity filled look Toby nodded do you remember anything about the crash Toby Toby looks away from her his mind went blank for a moment he looks down at his lap and in the surrounding he heard a faint ringing sound his eyes widened and he froze in his place Toby the counsellor asked Toby are you listening Toby felt her shiver go down his spine until he froze once again and slowly looked over out the window through the door where he saw it a dark featureless figure peering in at him he stared eyes widening the ringing growing louder and louder until suddenly the loud voice of the counselor broke his trance Toby she yelled Toby jumped and fell sideways out of his chair and backed up into the corner dr. Oliver stood up holding her clipboard to her chest a surprise to look in her eyes Toby met her eyes again his breath hitching as he twitched that night Toby lay in bed his eyes dazed as he stared up at his ceiling he could feel himself begin to doze off when he heard the scattered footsteps down his hallway he sat up and looked towards the doorway his door wide open there was no light everything was lit by the luminescent blue glow of the moon through his window leaving a cold eerie light in he stood up and slowly made his way towards the doorway when suddenly the door which was previously wide open slammed in his face he gasped and fell back he was out of breath when he hit the ground and then he began breathing heavily his eyes wide open he waited for a few seconds before getting back up to his feet he reached out and grasped the cold door handle with his bandaged hand and created open he looked out into the dark hallway and tiptoed out of his room the window at the end of the hallway lit up the darkness with blue moonlight as he padded his way down he could hear footsteps rustling around him and faint giggling led by the pitter-patter of small feet which sounded like a child running in front of him giggling and running around the hallway was a lot longer than he had remembered it seemed endless like the ride home from the hospital he heard a door creak in front of him mom he called out in a shaky voice suddenly a door slammed behind him and he jumped and turned around and he heard a long eerie groan coming from behind him that sounded like a croak right in his ear he turned around as fast as he could and suddenly was face to face with none other than his dead sister her eyes were clouded white her skin pale and the right side of her jaw only dangled by tissue and muscle glass part rooting from her forehead and black blood leaking down her face her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail as it always was wearing her gray t-shirt and athlete shorts which were dirty and spotted with blood her legs were bent in ways which they shouldn't be she stood a meeting a long croaking noise only an inch away from Toby's face Toby yelps and fell back aah he started to crawl backwards away from her not able to break the eye contact he held with her blank dead eyes he dragged himself backwards until he backed up into something he stopped for a second everything was dead silent except for his heavy breathing and crying he slowly looked up to meet the blank face of a toll dark figure that stood over him behind the tall dark mass were rows of children looking to range from 3 to 10 years their eyes completely black and dark black blood late from their eye sockets he screamed and stood up as fast as he could only to be tripped by dark tendrils the wrapped around his ankle he fell straight on his stomach and got the wind knocked out of his chest he tried to scream but he couldn't make a sound he wheezed out before it all went black Toby awoke with a start he screamed out and sat up as fast as he could completely short of breath he wheezed out and held his chest with his bandaged hands it was just a dream just a dream he laid back down on his bed and rolled over to his side he felt like a giant waves had been lifted off his chest as he took in deep breaths he stood up and patted over to his window he saw nothing nobody was out there no ghosts no figures nothing he heard the rustling and coughing of his father out of his doorway his door was closed he walked over and opened it looking out into the hallway once again he padded down the hallway and into the kitchen where he found his dad standing and having a smoke in their living room Toby waited a second and watched him from around the corner before a burning feeling started deep in his chest deep boiling anger took over him he heard a little imaginary voice in his head do it do it do it do it do it they chanted he turned away and held his arms he felt like he actually had control over himself unlike he did for the past few weeks since he got out from the hospital he actually had complete thoughts for just moments before they were clouded by the chanting of the little voices in his head kill him he wasn't there he wasn't there kill him kill him they continued on Toby trembled no no he wasn't going to do it what was he going crazy no he won't kill anyone he can't he hated his father but there was no way he was going to kill him that was it the last thought he had before he fell into an idle state once again the influence of the voices in his head was too much he began to silently walk up behind his father he reached over the counter to the knife holder in the kitchen and pulled out the largest night that had been resting in the case he grips it in his hand he felt a sensation take over his chest he let out a snicker he began laughing so hard he had to gasp for breath his father turned around abruptly before he felt a brute force shove him to the floor he grunted as the air was knocked out of him what he looks up at the boy who stood over him grasping the kitchen knife in his hand Toby what are you doing he went to sit up and put his arms out in front of him in self-defense but before he knew it Toby was on top of him he went to grab at his neck but his father reached out and blocked his hand by grabbing on to his wrist stop get off me you little he yelled and with his other hand he threw an off-center punch towards Toby's shoulder but he didn't stop the look in Toby's eyes was not sane it looked as if a demon had taken control of him he yelled back and went to stab the knife into his father's chest but he blocked him and grabbed onto his wrist once again he went to shove him back but Toby kicked out his feet in front of him and landed a hard blow straight to his face his father recoiled and pulled his arms away to cuff his face but Toby got back up and drove the knife straight into his shoulder his father let out a loud cry and went to pull the knife out but before he could Toby threw his fist straight into his face he began to pound his fists into his head laughing and wheezing he cracked his neck and grabs the knife and ripped it out of his shoulder he drove it deep into his dad's chest and repeatedly stabbed it into his torso blood spilling out and getting splattered everywhere he didn't stop until his father's body went still he threw the knife onto the floor and leaned over his body coughing and panting he stared at his smashed in face and sat there twitching until a loud scream broke the silence he looked over to see his mother standing a few feet away covering her mouth tears streaming down her face tobe she screamed why did you do that why she cried Toby stood up and began to back away from his father's bloody corpse he began to back out to the kitchen he looked down at the blood-soaked bandages on his hands and looked up at his mother one last time before he turned and ran out of the house he ran into the garage and slammed his hand against the control panel on the wall and pushed the button to open the garage door before he ran out he noticed two hatchets that had been hanging on the tool rack above a table full of jars filled to the brim with old rusty nails and screws one of the hatchets was new it had a bright orange handle and two shiny blade the other was old with a wooden handle and a dull rusty blade he grabbed both and looked down at the table and his eyes came across a box of matches and under the table was a red gasoline tank he held both of the hatchets in one hand and grabs the matches and gasoline before running out of the garage down the driveway and up the street as he approached the streetlight he had seen out of his own bedroom window he heard police sirens in the distance he turned around and to the red and blue flashing lights came rushing down the street tobe stood for a second before he pulled open the cap on the gasoline tank and ran down the street spilling gasoline all over the street after him and he turned to run into the trees he poured the last bit of gasoline before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a match he struck it against the box and immediately dropped it in an instant flames burst out around him the fire caught on to the trees and bushes around him and before he knew it he was surrounded by fire the silhouettes of police cars were visible through the flames as he backed away into the forest he looked around but his vision was blurred his heart was pounding and he closed his eyes for a moment this was it this was the end Toby felt a hand on his shoulder he opened his eyes and looked over to see a large white hand with bony fingers that rested on his shoulder he followed the arm that was attached to the hand up to a towering dark figure it appeared to be wearing a black suit and his face was completely blank it towered over Toby's small frame and looked down on him tendrils reached out from its back before Toby knew it his vision blurred and he was surrounded by the sound of ringing in his ears everything went black that was it that was the end that was how Toby Rogers died a few weeks later connie sat in her sister's chair her sister Lori sat next to her drinking a cup of coffee about three weeks ago connie lost her husband and her son and a few weeks before she lost her daughter to a car crash since then she had moved in with her sister the police were keeping her busy they had just finished cleaning up the case and the story had been released two weeks ago and the focus of the world seemed to have shifted to completely new stories Laurie switched on the TV to a news broadcast on the TV the news reporter began introducing the new headline we have breaking news last night there has been a reported murder of four individuals there are no suspects yet but the victims were a group of middle school kids who had been out in the woods late last night the kids had been bludgeoned or stabbed to death the investigators have discovered a weapon at the crime scene which appears to be an old dull bladed hatchet as you can see here the picture changed to show snapshots of the weapon exactly as it was left on the crime scene investigators had pulled the name of a possible suspect tobe Rogers a 17 year old boy who a few weeks ago had stabbed his father to death and tried to cover up his escape by setting a fire in the straits of the forest area around the neighborhood although they had believed the young boy had died in the fire investigators suspect that toby rogers may still be alive due to the fact that his body was never found of course it was me my splendid creature mr. bunny even showed it to you he smiled with the self-evident truth I made for you many toys and I can't wait to introduce you to Miranda but you can call her Mandy if you like

Channel: Jordan Persegati

Views: 895,691

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Id: O4jSL1IQJZg

Length: 44min 4sec (2644 seconds)

Published: Fri Aug 10 2018