Toby's P.O.V~
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We rushed to Helen's room which was on the second floor, all the way to the end of the hallway.
(Y/n) twisted the knob to his room and pushed the door, revealing Helen's room. (Y/n)'s never been in his room so by the look on (His/Her) face, (he/she) was pretty amazed.
Helen had a clean room. He was really organized on everything since he was an artist. His walls were painted in a shade of blue with a white ceiling. His bed was in the corner, his wardrobe was next to it, his desk was organized with every pencil in a cup.
I instantly knew Helen didn't want anyone in here.
Oh well.
"Wow Helen is really well organized" (Y/n) walked towards his bed and hopped in it. "Yeah he's pretty organized"
(Y/n) sat down on his black blanket sheets, "So where are his art supplies?"
"He usually has them under his bed" I made my way to his bed and peeked down.
His art supplies weren't there, but a note was. I reached in and grabbed the piece of paper that was folded in half. I was confused, probably one of his drawings fell down there.
I unfolded the paper only to see Helen's handwriting,
Get out Toby.
"Bad news (Y/n)" I muttered. (He/She) hummed and snatched the paper, "Tobes, I don't think Helen wants you in his room" (He/She) gave me a blunt face.
"I know" I snatched the paper back, crumbled it, and threw it in his trash bin. "Toby!" (Y/n) complained. "He hid his art supplies, let's find them, who ever finds them first wins"
(Y/n) hopped off of the bed, "I'm going to beat you!" And we both searched through his room quickly.
(Y/n) looked in his closet while I looked at his desk but I only found pencils of different led type.
"Where are his sketchpads and colored pencils??" I began to shout, loosing patience.
"I didn't find anything" (Y/n) threw everything (He/She) found in the closet aside, "He actually hid them" I pouted.
Footsteps were heard coming towards the door.
"Helen?" (Y/n) gave me a questionable look.
I didn't think twice before grabbing (Y/n)'s and pulling (Him/Her) inside the closet with me. I pushed (Him/Her) in and closed the closet door, "Hide" Was the last thing I told (Him/Her).
The door knob was heard being twisted and once the person was inside, they let put a loud sigh.
And it became silent again.
I held my breath.
Suddenly the door slammed, "TOBY FUCKING ROGERS!"
(Y/n) yelped at the sudden noise. I quickly shushed (Him/Her) which was a bad idea cause once I shushed, the closet door swung open.
Reveing a red faced Helen.
I shrank back in my hiding position in hopes that he didn't find me, but little did I know.
It was obvious he did.
He pulled me out by the collar of my hoodie and began to scold me, "TOBY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! I CLEANED MY ROOM THIS MORNING AND YOU MAKE IT INTO A FUCKING MESS. LITTLE PRICK I WANT YOU TO CLEAN THIS UP RIGHT NOW! I AM HAVING A REALLY SHITTY DAY AND TO COME BACK HOME WITH THIS MESS MAKES ME EVEN MORE FRUSTRATED. I COULD JUST KILL YOU RIGHT NOW BECAUSE YOU'RE A PAIN IN THE ASS. FUCK YOU TOBY!"
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Reader x Child Creepypastas
Random(Y/n) was a normal teen (he/she) had a normal life until some little brats came across (Him/her). No Hate.
