This peice of talented creepypasta fanfiction mostly belongs to the creators of creepypasta itself. Well, the creepypasta characters do. Any characters, such as Ridley Marx, that you don't revognize are mine.

I love this story because it's my version of Ticci-Toby's story in reality. I realized there aren't many fanfictions about this boy and I thought he deserved more. So, this is "In For The Kill" chapter 1. Enjoy and please tell me what you think since I LOVE your feedback.

~M&M

She screamed and cried and ran, because there was nothing else to do. There was no home left, no heart left. Alone. Being alone isn't so bad. It isn't as scary as you'd think. She liked the alone.

"Get back here!" screamed a voice. She wanted to scream back so badly. She wanted to tell him "No. Never again." All the girl could get out was a blob of muffled sobs and a moan. The tears flooded and suffocated her. Ridley never thought she'd see the sun again. That night she was forced to leave him.

Ridley Marx was born on a cold December day when the sky resembled the color of her skin—grey. It seemed impossible for her to get acne or blush with that skin. Along with it came a bushel of red curls that covered her face prettily. Ridley didn't speak until she was two years old. She never cried, whined, or screamed either. Her parents, not caring about how odd it was, thanked God they didn't get a "bad" one. The Marx parents had given up three past children because they ended up slow, loud, or obnoxious growing up. They never asked for one back. Finally, Ridley arrived and it was as if the sky opened up to a new, brighter future.

She grew from pretty to beautiful soon enough, blessed with a soft face, bright eyes, and a perfect smile. But there was something wrong with Ridley. No one is lucky enough to have a perfect child—one with no physical disabilities or mental. There definitely was something wrong with Ridley Marx. When Ridley turned eight, her birthday party was packed with proud parents, kids who adored Ridley's company, and the Marxs themselves. Her cake was beautifully decorated since the family was quite wealthy.

After everyone sang her the happy birthday song, she, for the first time, screamed and pushed the cake off the table. A terrible silence set in as everyone stared from Ridley to the ruined cake. Her parents fumed with embarrassment and anger. Ridley only muttered the word, "Bad" and cried harder than she had ever in her life. Then, her screams of a name the parents had never met before rang out.

"Toby! Toby! Toby! Timey Wimey Toby!" she screamed. In the middle of it all, Ridley hitched her breathe and fell unconscious. Their parents scheduled a C.A.T. examination on Ridley the next day.

That's the funny part. Ridley's mind was black. Literally. The next week, they went in and she received her examination. The photos were black completely. The doctors blamed it on the old, faulty machine. Though, it had never once acted up like that. They assured the Marx family that Ridley had only experienced a stress-induced traumatization from the large birthday party. They suggested they toned her social lifestyle down a bit and get her away from excitement for a while.

The parents agreed but that fateful day haunted them for many, many years to come. Soon, Ridley was placed in group meetings that consisted of other children who were socially misunderstood. It mortified the parents that they had another faulty child. Leaving Ridley there for weeks on end, she began to grow attached to it. She finally started talking to the children there. Once she turned ten years old, she made her first friend. He was tall with dark brown messy hair and black eyes. His skin was light and fair like hers. Ridley met him when she was throwing a tantrum one day, screaming about a man choking her. She was all alone in the corner. Then, fed up with her screaming, he went over and kicked her leg.

"Shut up. If you don't stop screaming, I'll choke you." he glared. Ridley watched the boy carefully, amazed by him somehow.

Ridley stumbled to her feet and gaped at him.

"I'm Ridley." she remarked, not holding out a hand to shake. The boy shot her a suspicious look.

"Toby. I'm Toby." Then, she smiled and began to babble about this man, tall and white with no face. Just skin. Toby explained that he'd definitely seen that same man before.

"Did he have a suit on?" Toby asked, sitting down next to her.

"Sort of. I don't remember." she shrugged.

"I don't see him a lot." she shook her head, hair bouncing.

"Me neither." Then, the two stared at the world as it spun madly on without them.

It happened again. It happened again and her parents were forced to consider putting her into Foster care. But, when they went to get the job done, it was difficult for that to happen due to Ridley's behavior and C.A.T. scan. She'd turned fourteen and was stressed more than ever. Toby had become her best friend and only one at that matter. Ridley had good behavior for a long time. They even considered putting her back in a public school. That never happened.

"Toby!" she groaned, walking down her hallways in that big house. "Toby, where are you...?" The silence was deadly as she trailed her fingers across the doors. She stopped at the door at the end of the hall. The darkness had settled in so long ago. The party remained oblivious outside.

"Toby. Come on, Tobes." she pushed the door open and gave a small shriek.

"Boo!" he exclaimed, a gas mask strapped to his face. Toby shook Ridley around, laughing. She fell into hysterics too. They both rolled onto the guest bed and laughed hard.

"Take that off. Mum will kill me if she sees it ruined." He took it off slowly and stared at her.

"Let's kill her then. Show her." Instead of being shocked, Ridley smiled. The images flashed in her eyes, pleasuring her deeply. Then, the smile fell.

"I can't do that."

Toby crawled to the head of the large bed.

"Why are you so afraid of everything?" he asked, pushing the old gas mask aside. Ridley stayed silent and crawled away from him, off the bed. Instead of talking, she plucked the blade out of one of her dad's razors. She crawled back to Toby and began slicing lines in her arms with glee. The blood filled them and painted her arm. Once there was fourteen lines, she began painting the blood into letters on the wall. The blood made her finger a strawberry red. She licked them off when she was done and let Toby read her message. Fear all and love none.

He couldn't help but stare. Suddenly, the door opened and her mother walked in.

"What are y-" Ridley screamed at the top of her lungs and covered herself into a ball.

"Don't let me die...Rhymey Timey...Don't let me die...Timey Whimey...Black and Blue...One more word and I'll kill...you." The mother screamed and Ridley's sobs rang out like a bell. Toby leaned closer to Ridley.

"Hey, we'll do it together. C'mon, Riddles. Get up." He pulled her up to see her red, sore eyes and messy hair. She gripped his arms and muttered, "I'm a bomb, Toby Rogers. I'm going to hurt everyone." Ridley's mother raced away probably dialing the foster system or whatever, begging.

"Happy birthday." he said. She nodded, softly, singing the Happy Birthday song to herself, traumatized entirely.