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incorrectcreeps · 1 year
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Toby, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan??
Toby: Wait. I the fuck used this pan…
Masky: It was you the fuck.
Toby: It was I the fuck…
Bloody Painter: Who cooks rice in a pan?
Masky: He the fuck.
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Brian: so when are you coming home?
Tim: never *starts avoiding the masky state*
Brian: :(
Brian: >:(
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tv-g1r-l · 2 years
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[One of the hidden tapes that Jay viewed in the first few episodes where Alex recorded himself.]
Alex: Well, time to sit down and do my routine of the day.
Alex, now crying as he bundles himself in blankets as Francis Forever by Mitski plays loudly in the background:
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cyberghouleo · 6 months
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bingobongocheerio · 2 months
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Toby: I slipped a little note into your bag to tell you how much I love you.
(Y/N): [checking their bag] This is a 10-page letter.
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Brian: is that knife in your pocket or are you just happy to yeah fuck he’s got a knife everyone run
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tobyandlj · 4 months
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Masky: What Monsters actually taste good?
Jeff: Like.. their cum- their cocks??
Masky: MONSTER- THE ENERGY DRINK
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valeskawhore · 5 months
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IMAGINE:
APOCALYPSE AU?? PROXIES X READER (IDEA!)
A/N: This is an idea that I’ve been seeing all around tumblr from my mutuals and honestly, why the hell not? I love the idea of apocalyptic survival. Let me know if this should be a series !!
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An eerie creak sounds out behind me as I opened the window, and Dust flooded the dimly lit room as I made my way inside. Exploring abandoned houses wasn't always a typical interest of mine, but staying warm and having a dry place to sleep at night was.
Rain clashed gently down on the roof from outside, crickets could be heard and soon the silence rested back into place when I pulled the cracked window shut from the other side.
This place definitely was not the best, but at least it was dry.
First thing I did was open my backpack, setting up candles and hanging an old sheet that I found laying in the corner, over the window to block out the light.
Repeatedly, I told myself that this was just temporary.
I didn't have enough food to last more than a few nights anyways. Walkers roamed more and more with every passing day, tho winter was coming and it was coming fast.
Hopefully, that would do something to slow the walkers, even if it was just by a few steps, I prayed.
With a sigh, I slowly sat down on the make-shift mattress that I made for myself, hearing my ankles pop in the process because man, I really needed to stretch more often, I'm not getting any younger.
I took off my baseball cap and pulled down my mask to breathe just a little bit clearer, running my fingers through my hair, I noticed how greasy it was. The thought made me disgusted since.. Well, I couldn't even imagine how I smelled and i didnt want to either.
Popping open a bottle of water, I drank my thirst away. Listening to the rain pour, the thunder crack and the sounds of the undead trudging along outside.
As I clenched my eyes shut for a second..
I blocked out the screams, the cries and pleads for help.. The cocking of guns and the growls of the unthinkable tearing and ripping the flesh of the people being eaten alive. My fingernails began to itch, my knuckles on fire, tears welding in my eyes.
“Y/N!!” She screamed, “HELP ME!!” she cried..
I sat my bottled water down, and lit up a cigarette.
“It’ll be ok..” I told myself, “Survive one more day, just one more,” everynight.
“I’ll find you baby.. one day..”
I closed my eyes.. Relaxed my body, breathed out deeply.
“Goodnight y/n” I told myself.
The front door clashed open.
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“GET INSIDE! GET THE FUCK INSIDE!” A voice screamed. The sounds of the undead gurgled up the last of their life and slammed their heads against the door, screaming. I heard multiple people slamming themselves against the front door, refraining it from opening. “ROGERS, FIND SOMETHING, NOW. WE NEED TO BARD THE DOOR!”
“I-I-M OHN–ON IT!!” Someone stuttered.
I jumped up from my mattress, reaching for my gun and loading in the magazine. I threw the sleeping bag off of me, and unlocked the door. I heard the others rummaging down stairs for something to board the door. I peaked my head out,
Something suddenly rammed against my head, the door was torn open, slamming into my head. I fell back on my ass, and reached around lazily for my gun.
I heard a gasp fall above me, my vision was spinning, but I found my gun and raised it above me at the silhouette. There were two of them, then three, then two, until both shadow figures meshed into one guy. His face was something more,
Two dark brown eyes, greasy chestnut hair, he nose was already bleeding and there was a bandage covering up the right side of his lips stretching to his cheek bones.
He was definitely a young man, 23-24 maybe. Wearing yellow rusted-rimmed goggles, a blue hoodie with a tanned, older jacket overtop, there was a black and gray-ish mask wrapped around his neck and pulled up over his face. The (now) snickering man wore stained blue jeans and some bloodied converse.
His laugh rang out through my skull, pounding against my ear lobes. His eyes became impossibly wide now, canines glimmering in the moonlight as thunder cracked in the background.
With one final sadistic smile,
He picked up his double hand axes and raised them high, His laughter almost screams now, The screams of a hyena, a skinwalker luring its prey.
The young man brought the axes down quickly,
I rolled over with a small scream, doing my best to avoid the hard steel.
I fumbled around on the ground, reaching for my gun.
When I had it in my hand, the man jumped on me and slammed my back into the hardwood floor. The house was so old that dust jumped into the air, and swam around. I clenched my eyes shut and coughed until I could breathe again. I felt his boney hands wrap around my throat, his skin uncomfortably cold and white. I kicked my feet behind him and threw my head back,
The man let up his grip but didn't scream out in pain, his laughter only grew.
I grabbed the boy's hair and threw him off of me, his body collided against the wall,
Because,
His body actually went through it, clashing into the room next to us.
Dust flooded the room once more, and as the psychopath took longer than expected to rise back to his feet, I grabbed my sleeping bag and ran downstairs, contents loosley in hand.
I struggled to throw my jacket on as i ran down the steps,
A shorter figure stepped in front of me, and stuck his leg out, successfully tripping me in the process. I felt my world being flipped upside down as my rib cage cracked against the staircase. I coughed up blood, my heartbeat in my ears as I laid there motionless.
With my vision dark, i could only here throat-ripping screeching from the outside world,
Three figures stepped in my view of the door, I pulled my arms in front of me and did my best to drag my body away. I moaned out in a breath-less cry as I felt the rusted nails sticking out of the wood flooring scraped against my cracked ribs.
Something stopped me, whoever or.. Whatever it was, grabbed my achilles heel and dragged me back in the living room with one strong pull.
They flipped me on my back, blood dripped down the corner of my mouth as I did my best to control my breath. Hesitantly, I reached my hand up and folded my fist into a weak, shaky middle finger, my ‘fuck you’ to the world.
I heard one of them snicker before the tallest one leaned down carefully, dark red painted eyes peered into mine before he pulled off my mask. I had a surge of anger come over me, as I reached to kick him in the balls but he caught my leg, almost expecting it even. His grip tightened menacingly on my thigh, before he gave my cracked rib cage an almost impossibly fast sucker punch.
I coughed out blood on instinct, my body spasming. I held my chest and my body folded forwards, my knees to my chest. “F-fuck you..” I coughed, tears streaming down my face.
His hand, still on my thigh, tightened once more. Leaning close to my face, the stranger whispered..
“What.. do we have here?”
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incorrectcreeps · 11 months
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Toby: You remind me of the ocean.
Masky: Because I'm deep and mysterious?
Toby: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.
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redactedcrowart · 20 days
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certifiedleashchild · 6 months
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EJ: “Toby has been having some… issues, recently.”
BEN: “Issues?”
*Masky and Hoodie walk into the bathroom, cleaning themselves up from a mission*
*Toby sprints up to the door, playing ‘careless whisper on the LOUDEST volume on his phone and sliding it under the door and running away*
Masky: “I’m gonna kill this fucker.” *Literally begins to chase him without his pants*
Toby: *Incoherent screaming and laughter*
EJ: “Yeah, Issues.”
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angels-and-demons · 1 year
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Incorrect Quote!
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Toby, on a mission, talking about Lilith: so, she keeps asking me "papa, what's the scariest movie you've ever seen?"
Toby: and I know where this is going, cuz I said "I'm not gonna tell you the scariest movie" - cuz she's gonna want to watch that.
[Doby, Hoodie, and Masky all nod]
Masky: 'course.
Toby: "papa, please tell me the scariest movie you've ever seen."
Toby: I said The Shining.
Toby: so, Lilith says, "can we watch The Shining?"
[Toby laughs. Doby snorts]
Doby: 'course!
Toby: and I said, "no, you cannot watch The Shining. The Shining is really, psychologically terrifying."
Hoodie: Yeah.
Toby: -and so, she just kept asking.
Toby: and persisting.
Toby: and so, we watched The Shining last week.
Masky, sarcastically: wow, what a beautiful family... father-daughter moment.
Toby, defensively: I don't know if it was a good call! But I-and it is still really scary!
Doby: it is, right?!
Masky: Jack Nicholson. Super freaky.
Hoodie: blood elevator!
Doby: Oh, the blood flows through the halls! And the twin on the tricycle!
Toby: the girls staring, scary! And so I said, "what do you think?"
Toby: and she said, "I'm mildly disappointed."
[Masky and Hoodie are trying not to laugh; Doby has given up on that front]
Masky: "I'm mildly disappointed"?
[Toby nods]
Toby: "I'm a bit disappointed."
Doby: I love that she said that.
Toby: Well, I said "Well, why?"
Toby: she said, "that was the scariest movie you've ever seen?" I was like, "it's not 2022 scary-!"
Masky: not jump-scare scary.
Toby: and she was like, "Yeah, it wasn't that scary".
Doby: wow! Good for her!
Toby: ...and she has slept in our bed for, like, the past four nights.
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Jeff: Here's a fun Christmas idea! We hang a mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it!
Masky: Jeff, no.
Y/N: Mistlefoe.
Masky: Please don’t encourage him!
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cyberghouleo · 5 months
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proxy twitter au part 4
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
I've been thinking abt making a taglist for this series, so lmk if ur interested in that !
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bingobongocheerio · 2 months
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Slender: (Y/N)! BEN told me you were hiding pot in here!
(Y/N): Oh, you mean this?
(Y/N): [pulls out a flower pot]
Slender: Oh, that's fine. What are you growing?
(Y/N): Weed.
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