Type up some vidya-related creepypasta, /v/.
it's almost ghostmas afterall. we can post it on /x/ too
dumping skeletons in the meantime
What's the vidya-creepypasta quota, again?
Hyper realistic blood
Obligatory mention of something existing beyond the console's capabilities
Cursed game that was purchased at a yard sale or inherited through a third party
The main character's life is at risk
Can't get rid of the game for some stupid reason
I'm sure I'm missing some.
God I love ricesnot. I hope he makes videos forever.
c'mon. try the second post's link if you don't know how to start
So I put my DKC into the SNES, I booted it up. Everything was normal. I got to the first underwater level. Something didn't feel right. As I swam through the coral and listened to the peaceful music, I noticed Donkey Kong's flesh slowly fading to a dull gray. Every now and then, the ape's head would jerk back in an unnatural way while Diddy Kong, swiming behind him, stared in horror.
Suddenly, the screen went black and DK's face was shown, close up, of his water logged face. A low, gravelly voice came from my TV. "Gorillas can't swim, you know. This is not an accurate depiction of gorillas. Ook Ook Aah Aah Banana."
You're in the club when this guy challenges your girlfriend's ass to a duel, what do you do?
Ok that made me laugh. But it wasn't spooky.
When I was younger, I was playing Pokemon Stadium almost religiously. I had two pokemon that were always saving my ass; Arcanine and Tangela. For those who are unfamiliar, Arcanine is a big fluffy wolf-dog that's fire type, and Tangela is a grass type tentacle monster with Sonic shoes.
One day, I played for about 3 hours nonstop. When I went in and did a fight when I was getting tired, I sent out Arcanine and something was wrong; it was green. Only his orange parts changed to green, but everything else was normal. I thought it was the coolest thing ever, so I used Arcanine as long as I could. It fainted, so I had to switch out. I pulled out Tangela, and yet another color change; Tangela's tentacles were blood red! As I was playing, my mother called for me, so being the good child I am, I go to her and do the chores. I come back, and Tangela is staring right at me. The game's camera NEVER does this, and I got nervous.The camera goes back to normal, but Tangela's eyes follow me. In every pokemon game, Tangela's eyes NEVER move except to close when hurt or KO'd. I'm playing and playing, and my red Tangela is destroying everything.
Once I win, the Announcer said "And now you're done." in a deep voice. The game cuts itself off and the TV comes back on. I was in a closed room with no open windows, so a Universal remote couldn't do it. I go to turn it back on, and the console was hot. Taking the hint, I leave it be and leave. The next day, I go to take my pokemon back to the cartridge for Pokemon Red, but something is wrong; Arcanine and Tangela are gone. Just disappeared. Being the naive kid, I asked if my parents deleted them. Neither of them even knew how to play.
They evolved and left on their own.
I didn't feel unsettled in the least. 3/10 for effort.
I think all the spooky skeletons are scaring off the writers
I was in Gamestop, buying the latest Pokemon, when a toddler came in. He stared at me with giant, almost watery eyes. I slowly reached out to grab Pokemon X, to which he shook his head at. I go to reach for Y, he nods. I bring Y to the counter. Suddenly, the toddler was next to me. I pay for the game, and hand it to him. "Thanks dad." To this day, I don't know who he was. He just followed me to my car, hopped into his car seat and sat quietly. "Dad, can we go get some McDonalds?" "Sure Kevin."
I don't know who he is. Why is he in my house? Why does his mom seem to know more about him then me? The real fright came from when he was watching me play DKC and I was in the water level. He sat next to me and slowly said 'Gorillas can't swim. Ooh Ooh Aah Ahh Banana.'
God damn it anon I'm getting sick of your shit.
I'm making a horror game and I'm considering putting meta spooks in it like allowing people to put their face on the MC's character but also using this face texture to make creepy stuff and creating little files with the name of the person in the game directory.
Would ie make or break immersion/spook factor?
One time I found a used copy of Resident Evil 4 in a car boot sale near my house.
I bought it and took it home, but when I played the game it was really scary. It was filled with all these hyper-realistic mutants and monsters. There were all these spanish people, but they were all corrupted and dark. This one guy wearing a scary mask popped out and just cut my character's head off with a chainsaw. I shit myself and lay in a fetal position for days.
Weeks later when I finally found the strength to return it to the car boot sale, the guy who sold me it was gone...
I was playing Call of Duty, when suddenly, a Skeleton exploded from my computer. It started to dance around my room, vomiting up torrents of red blood and black ichor from god knows where. It grasped my ceiling light with both bony fingers and swung back and forth, screaming. "LET'S BOMB RUSSIA!" "EBOLA IS A GOVERNMENT LIE!" "COOKIE MONSTER DOESN'T EVEN EAT THE COOKIES, HE CRUMBLES THEM UP AND SPITS THEM ALL OVER THE FUCKING FLOOR!" Then my NES started showing 3D hyper realistic graphics of Mario, his eyes cut out, as he floated in an ocean. "YOU CAN DROWN TOO! WAAAHOOO!" The Skeleton was so scared he started shitting. Logs of perfect, symetrical turds erupted from his pelvis, as he screeched. He was shitting with such force that he propelled himself around my room, knees meeting his chin. I tried in vein to escape the wave of feces, but it was too late. The logs collided with me. I attempted to get the shit sting out of my eyes, but only succeeded in smearing it into a shit paste, as my lungs slowly filled with turds. I lay on my floor, defeated, broken, and forever, a shit faggot.
Okay so like, this one time I was sitting around playing fucking mario or something I don't know, and there was a knock on the door but I wasn't expecting anyone so i decided to ignore it and continue with zelda but the noise came again, even louder.
So I get up and go over to the door and look through the peep hole, but no-one was there. So I slowly opened the door, and there, to my surprise, was 12 boxes of peperoni and ham pizzas. The scary thing was, I never ordered them!
After that chilling experience I locked the door and continued playing donkey kong country but then I realised that gorillas can't swim. ooh ooh aah aah banana.
so I read the end of this first to make sure it wasn't the fucking gorillas can't swim asshole and thought it was okay albeit not very scary but then IN THE VERY NEXT POST HE SHOWS UP AGAIN
so one night I stood up late and I was taking out my old N64 to play some super mario 64. While I was taking it out I accidently tripped and dropped my n64 on the floor and my copy of Super Mario 64 into
a glass of milk. When I took it out it was completely drenched in milkso I cleaned it off. I picked up my N64 which had dropped upside down and plugged it into the TV. I inserted my copy of SM64 and it worked perfectly____________________________________________________. I checked the time and it was 4:20 AM ayy lmao
But it's true. Gorillas can't swim. Infact, here's a Japanese man risking his own life to save a gorilla from the water.
because im gay. also dumping skeletons
A few months ago, I was doing nothing, so I thought I'd drive around town.
I came across this yard sale, sometimes they sell rare shit in these things for almost nothing, so I thougght it would be a good idea to check it out.
I was skimming through the items when I came across a game case, it had no label. The seller told me that the game was haunted. I told him that I didn't give a shit I just wanted to know for what system.
He told me he didn't know, all he knew is that it was haunted.
I tossed a five dollar bill his way and politely told him to sod off.
I drove home and turned on my console, opened up the case and inserted the game.
Donkey Kong's skeleton popped out and said "ooga booga where da white wimminz at?" then he looked directly at me and said that gorillas can't swim.
you guys suck. not a single one of these spooked me.
ok as a side note this is based on a true story
>moving house to detroit because my mom couldn't afford the house we were at since she lost her job
>dad hasn't lived with us since i was 7
>sister's moving out so it'll just be me and my mom
>after a few hours drive i see what i think is our new house
>i wave at a passing black man because they were rare where i lived before
>he looks back at me puzzled and continues limping down the street
>as we're parking in our new driveway i see him go to a group of them who all look pretty similar
>month passes, don't go to school because somebody got stabbed there a week before i got to my new house
>sit inside on my own and play gta
>one day while my moms at work i get a knock on the door
>mom told me never to answer because it could be debt collectors
>look through the peephole
>it's a small black kid in a tank top
>he's holding a cracked gamecube controller
>don't even have a gamecube
>decide to talk to him and we become pretty good friends
>he doesnt play himself and only watches
I was considering writing a spoopypasta, but not ABOUT vidya, just involving vidya
>guy plays some game on Steam religiously
>one day he plays it
>discounts it as being a glitch
>as days pass, the sounds get weirder and weirder, eventually being a voice or some other intimidating sound
>"what the fuck?"
>they can't help him, whatever
>next day he plays it
>one of the sounds is his call to Steam
>turns out that somebody's been stalking him and changing the sound files in his game to fuck with him
>he's in his house
>a couple weeks pass
>he came over almost everyday that my mom was at work, wearing the same tank top and shorts
>eventually ask him why he doesn't want to play
>"dad wont let me"
>immediately figure out this doesn't make sense since he's always coming over with a gamecube controller
>"found it in the waste"
>what waste? fuck this dude talking about?
>decide he better take me there since there might be other game stuff i could pick up
>we walk for ages past the school and into a small foresty bit where he eventually stops
>shit's pretty much a junkyard but it's much bigger than i expected
>old TVs, car parts etc.
>i look around for maybe a thrown out gamecube for his controller
>"over here ye"
>he calls me over to what seems like a random spot
>"lookadis" he opens the dashboard compartment and pulls out a glock
>i've played my fair share of vidya but this shit is 2much4me
>panic because it's a fucking glock and he's barely my age
>i demand he leaves it where he found it and that we leave and never come back
>after a bit of arguing he agrees
>I only discovered the arcades when they were dying, my father would reluctantly take me every fortnight as a treat. He would wait in the car and gave me enough coins to play on one or maybe two machines if I had been good.
>As I said, arcades did not do too well where I lived and so the machines were constantly being sold off and replaced with different games to attract people to these foreign concepts.
>One game that particularly sticks out in my mind was Guise. It was strange, because now I realise that turn based rpgs don't really work in arcades. It would only eat my change on the times I was good, it was very expensive.
>It would reward me for talking with the computer characters, and punish me for fighting against the monsters. It felt more like a story where the you find love and raise a family.
>Sometimes I would take my chances and stay there when I was out of money, but my father would drag me back to the car. And one day he refused to take me back.
Me and my father no longer talk, but it doesn't matter, I have all the time I want to fight the monsters with everyone else who loves games on /v/.
sorry forgot to mention he took me to the remains of a car
>couple weeks pass and everything seems kind of normal again except for a few things
>house started to stink a bit because this dude didn't ever seem to wash
>mom keeps coming home more and more depressed than before and cleans less and less
>she gets one day off work a week which at this point she spends sleeping most of the time
>except the night that follows
>2amish and i'm playing crash bandicoot
>hear a lot of shouting outside
>wake my mom up so she can check because i don't wanna do it
>mom comes downstairs and peeps through curtains with me
>group of hood black guys talking to limp dude again
>they all seem to be gathered outside our house deliberately
I'm gettin' chills, anon. This is good.
>according to my mom she accidentally hit limp guy's car while leaving for work the day before
>turns out he lives only 2 doors down
>can vaguely hear limp guy shouting things he'll do to my mom
>can also hear one dude trying to calm him down
>chest sinks and my legs wobble because im scared as fuck and only a kid
>can tell my moms scared too but is doing her best not to show it
>try to convince myself that they wouldn't have the balls to try something and that they're all talk but remember this is detroit
>stand waiting for a reaction from my mom but she doesn't give one, only closes the curtain and sits down on the sofa
>debate whether to call the cops because i don't know how reliable they are in these parts and whether or not i'll be a snitchnigga then
>sit with her and try to stop shaking
If you're gonna post a story, fucking post it. Don't whore for attention.
I knew it wasn't really you anon. I believed in you.
>hear what i think is them walking to my doorstep
>trying to think abck at what i saw through the curtains, pretty sure one had a machete or something though that;s probably just my brain playing tricks to scare myself more
>tell myself to be a man repeatedly, and put my hand on my mom's
>"we're gonna be fine mom"
>there's a knock on the door
>practically shitting myself, i stare at mom
>i don't want to answer it
>she doesn't want to answer it
>the knock gets a bit louder and more agitated
>"dey home mane?" i hear one of them say
>"yeye i saw the curtain move nigga i know dey in"
>literally cannot stop shaking at this point
>start to blame my mom in my head even though it wasnt her fault
>the knocking stops
>silence for a few seconds that feel like hours
Does anyone know this website that has strange stories that take place in Russia or something? I remember one of them is some kid playing an arcade game that someone close to him built and when you finish the game, your coin was ejected with a star cut out of it and he keeps it as a medallion.
HOLY SHIT IT'S BLOCKHEAD I FUCKING LOVE YOU
forgot to link them whoops
>decide i should at least man up and ask what they want right?
start to walk to the door, taking light footsteps so they don't hear me for some reason
>get to the doorknob and feel scared as fuck
>i've never been this physically shaken, when shit really hits the fan mentally, it affects you physically like a ton of bricks too
>gather myself a bit and let out a sort of quivering "what do you want"
>to this day i have no idea how manly that actually came out but i'd like to think more-so than i'd described it
>they all start talking between each other again
>instantly regret saying a word
>i need to sit down before my legs give way so i sit against the door
>hear them trying to calm limp guy again and quietly wish i was dead
>mom just looks into her lap
>after a bit of commotion between them, limp guy speaks
>"just let us in mane"
>another guy responds "yeye we jus wana talk to yo mam"
>some of them in the back laugh
>heart sinks more as i realise this situation might actually determine whether i live tonight or die
>start to shed tears but try and make sure they won't hear that through my voice
fuck, that skeleton is so inappropriate right now
>part of me wants to hate niggas at this point
>another part of me wants to hate my mom for deciding on this place
>most of me wants to just crawl into the smallest place imaginable
>at this point my mom comes over, now having steeled herself i think
>"what happened earlier was an accident and i'm sorry, i will pay for the damages"
>she sounded way more stern than me
>can tell she's scared as fuck though
>one of them in the back whistles at the sound of my mom
>the others all start shouting and discussing again
>suddenly feel the door being barged
>pray that was only a onetime barge and they won;t try to do it again
>keep crying and clench my fists as hard as i can
>one of them who i assume was trying to calm limp guy earlier says "leave it yall it was a accident"
>limp guy gets angrier
>door gets barged again
>"yeye but was it an assident when ma boi learned about guns through dese fools doe?"
>"yeye but was it an assident when ma boi learned about guns through dese fools doe?"
One day I went to fucking gamestop to buy a game.At the desk was a cute girl and I almost spilt my spagetti right there, though I really wanted the rare limited edition game they said they had on their website. I asked for the game and I saw them pull the game from a envalope and put it into a blank box marked BAD_GAME.exe. Being to beta to talk to the clerk about it and ask for the original cover art, or box, I bought the game for full price and went home. When I put the game into my consolebox it started screaming and there were images of hyperrealistic blood on the screen, even when I unpluged it it continued. Believing this to be the sound of a dying HDD and the blood an elaborate error code I sent it in to the manufacturer. It was not covered under warranty and they were going to charge me to ship it back, so wisley saving my money I decided to go back to fucking gamestop and buy another used consolebox for cheap. When I went to the regester a fat man greated me. I asked him where the cute girl from before was and he said no cute girl ever worked in that gamestop. After bying a new conslebox and some gold plated HDMI cables for the sound quality that the new clerk was so nice to recommend I set back home. It was dark when I got home, and I opened the door, only to find that there was hyper realistic blood all over my house, and then I saw the girl from the gamestop inside my house only she was hyper realistic like it was real life. I tried to scream but no sound came out, then I realized that she was the ghost of the girl who had traded in the game. I ran from my house and never looked back. So if you go into a gamestop and a cute girl offers you a discount on a used game, don't take it, it might just be the haunted game.
I found out it was called The "Pentintytär Arcade" story but I can't get into the website for some reason.
Apparently the website is also the source of the Killswitch story.
>so scared my muscles freeze
>that thing about your life flashing before you really does happen except it's a little different
>instead i start thinking about every bad thing thats ever happened to me and compare them all to this
>i start fully crying now, still trying to mask any noise
>my mum looks down at me
>i could tell she was trying to look angry but her eyebrows would only quiver
>i think she felt defeated
>from my looking away from her i'm sure she'd guessed that the boy was a secret friend of mine but she asked anyway
>"i don't know any boy. nor do either of us know what you're talking about, so i suggest you take the compensation and leave us be thank you very much"
>after thinking about the gun incident again, i silently pray he didn't take it
>start to wonder if his dad took it off of him
>start to wonder if it was his dad's all along
>with these thoughts i'm at the point of trying to accept a bad fate
>i cant even speak anymore
>feel like i'd rather fight 1000 school bullies than this shit
>looking at my mom again i manage to slightly murmur the word "cops.."
>tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes
>"y-yeah if you do anything we'll call the police on you!" she shouts
>one guy makes an "oooo" sound while a few others laugh
>suddenly feel like that was the worst thing she could have said
this seems like a cool college prank to pull on halloween
get a bunch of these fake skeletons and put them in sex positions all over campus and in peoples rooms
>the door gets barged again, this time with a lot more force than before
>the door keeps getting barged
>some of them are now angry as shit and shouting shit about my mum
>"fuk dis ho" "ima kill dese niggas talkin bout callin da fukn cops"
>"where u think u izzzz nigga!?"
>"fuk ima put my dik in dis kids mouth doe haha show him what a real man be"
> the moment one of them said something about me my world pretty much shattered
>it brought me back to reality, out of my thoughts
>these guys were undoubtedly after US
>quickly decide wallowing will literally get me killed
>i have to be strong
>if i pretend perhaps, that this is a video game, maybe we'll be fine
>i'm not going to go out guns blazing but i'll at least do what i can so that we survive
>easier said than done though
>tell my mom to get to the phone
>decide tactically it's probably best to try and barter with them first
>"we won't call the police okay, just tell us what you actually want."
>i sounded a lot more confident then i assume, i could've sounded like shit though
>i hear a guy at the back shout " yo moms pussy" a couple laugh
>limp guy silences them and speaks
>"you come out here boi"
I actually found a glitch in Warframe that I thought seemed pretty creepypasta-tier.
Normally when you finish a mission, a cutscene is shown of your character getting into a spaceship and flying away. But sometimes it glitches out and just shows the dead body of your character lying on the ground, the camera pans over it and you can hear a heartbeat sound in the background. It stays this way for about a minute before going back to the regular screen.
I found a video of it, but it has edited audio.
Vidya creepypasta is always shit
>The monitor literally begins firing blood out of the screen as your beloved Korbat from Neopets' face turns into a dark, soulless, form.
>"I thought the site was glitched, so I kept playing"
>walk in tall grass
>i encounter myself in the tall grass
>"hello, you must fight me"
>accidentally kill self
>get game over
>never play again becuz i am scared
but how he be me?
>i've never been asthmatic but i felt like at that time i needed an inhaler because that is the one answer i didn't want to hear
>i guess it as selfish to assume that was worse than them fucking my mum but i might actually die out there
>hear some of them joking again as i realize just how insignificant this whole thing probably is to them
>they probably do this everyday
>they've probably raped somebody's mom before
>they've probably killed before
>i tell my mom to stay at the phone, almost shouting as i can't control my emotions right now
>"what he say, stay at da phone doe?"
>"i think he got his mom on da cops nar'm sayin"
>i couldn't believe i could be so stupid
>now the only trump card i have is down the drain
>"what do you want me to do out there" i stutter
>i think about the fact that the fear of the unknown is the greatest fear, at least if i know they'll kill me then maybe it'll ease the tension a bit
>start telling myself that i'm going to die and that if i'm not a pussy i'll accept it like a warrior
>doesn't really work but it's something to hold on to
>they all start talking again, until they're settled by a deep black voice
>"yoyoyo settle down yall i got an idea
>he dun fuckd wid our bois son ye aight but we giv them a choice ye"
>not a lot of them liked that idea
>i felt a tad relieved as maybe, just maybe, a voice of reason was amongst them
>he spoke again
>"him or his mom ye"
>they all start cheering and making shitloads of noise
>how have no neighbours intervened? how has nobody else called the cops?
>immediately realise that this crew probably ARE our neighbours
>heart sinks that little bit more
even if it's just a story, just thinking that this kind of shit actually does happen makes me hate niggers so much
>suddenly my face is gently caressed by a large, rough hand
>cooing voice, "calm down son itll be over soon"
>another pair of hands are stripping off my clothing
>i'm standing here in the nude, can barely keep up with what is happening
>something cold is rubbed on my butt
>lips touch mine
Now is not the time for /ss/, anon.
>little did they know that there is a skeleton inside of mine
>hand clutches to my necklace
>"hehe this lil faggot got a necklace"
>touching the bonestone, i utter the ancient spell
>"what's he sayin?"
>mouth distends and my skeleton climbs out
>"AW SHIT WHAT THE FUCK"
>wielding my left arm in my right hand, I strike each man square on the head
>one hit is all it takes, all of them fall dead
we had to move after that because everyone saw my skeleton powers
>i'm not going to send my mom out there, right?
>even though she's older, i'm more agile,i'm more able...
>before i knew it i'd doubted my own loyalty
>decide i have to go out there, i can;t put my mom through that
>i begin to unlock the door
>the sound of the lock silences them all
>one of my hands firmly on the handle to make sure they don't jerk it open forcefully
>open the door gently, the creak like daggers in my fucking ears at this point
>about 9 tall black men staring right the fuck back at me
>one holding a machete as i;d guessed earlier
>limp guy in the centre, fucking fuming
>i felt like i was staring directly at hell
>and it back at me
>my eyes didn't leave the machete
>immediately thoughts of me being chopped up in front of my mother clouded my thoughts
>tears started flooding again
>none of them said a word
>i didn't say a word
>but i felt like the next ones i uttered meant life & death
>should i ask if they'll kill me
>should i ask if limp guys sons alright
>should i just hang myself right there and then?
>i decided to just be honest and ask "what do you want from me?"
>at this point my mom had closed the door behind me, though i can't really blame her
>maybe i should've thrown her out here after all
>in situations like this people really show their true colours i guess
>at least i hoped she was still at the phone in case anything happened
>limp guy gave me a plastic bag
>i didn't really want to take it but i didn't really have a choice at this rate
>i opened it, inside was the glock
I don't even care if this is real or not, I'm on the edge of my fucking seat here.
>"my oldest son is in jail cus he stabbed a nigga at school"
>i'm so confused at this point, what the fuck is he saying
>"now my youngest bwa in jail cus he shot his teacher, dis all your fault ye"
>honestly what are the odds of him raising two murderers
>probably quite high considering where we lived
>i didn't know what to say, my feelings of fear became feelings of guilt and utter despair
>he was such a chill guy to hang out with
>i didn't really understand
>before i could try and wrap my brain around it, limp guy spoke again
>"now u gonna shoot ur mom"
>i still didn't understand
> i stared at the glock in the plastic bag, glancing up every now and then so as to check if i were to be decapitated by that machete
>"what if i dont?" i uttered in complete fear
>they didn't answer but i pretty much knew
Nintendo originally planned for a fifth dungeon to appear in The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. This dungeon, the Moon Temple, was intended to be "the largest dungeon to ever appear in a Zelda game" and "would have taken hours to complete", according to the series' director, Eiji Aonuma.
Initially, it was intended that Link would travel to the actual cratered surface of the Moon, not to the interior of it, and find a sprawling dungeon jutting out of the lunar landscape. This area would have served as Link's final test before he went on to face Majora in battle. The temple boss, when defeated while having all 24 masks in your possession, would reward Link with the Fierce Deity's Mask.
Before any of it could actually be developed, the entire plan was scrapped and changed to the much smaller mini-dungeons and Moon Children trading sequence we all know of today.
The reason for the cancellation was, oddly enough, a cease-and-desist letter from NASA....
forgot to link again, shit
>i took the glock out of the plastic bag
>my fingerprints all over it now, as if i'd immediately sealed my fate
>at a loss of what to do, i trembled again
>my legs weak and tired
>my brain weak and tired
>no matter what i did from now on, the outcome could only be bad
>i looked down the barrel at my own fate
>i looked at limp guy, another fate
>i thought of my mom
>had she really done that much for me, she shut the door on me just now to save her own skin
>thinking about it, up until now i haven't really amounted to anything
>if it were my sister would my mom have done the same?
>they all glared patiently, 10000 eyes in the dark
>maybe it'd be better
>to go out in a blaze after all
Why must niggas ruin the general reputation on African-Americans? Not all black folk are niggas, but niggas are typically the only ones that get any media attention because the average, well-adjusted black person still has some good sense about them. Damn ignorant bastards.
>i decided to push everything
>every thought to the back of my mind
>i pointed the gun at limp guy
>he'd do the same to me right
>i pulled the trigger
>they all laughed between one another
>"haha dis nigga thought we'd LOAD a gun, den give it to him"
>this was like a sick joke or a tragic play
>i stood in despair a denied hero
>now i only wished to shoot myself
>all i could do now was wait for their judgement
I fucking knew it. They just wanted the kid's fingerprints so they can implicate him for the crime. It doesn't work though, because he hasn't been in school in a month because of the stabbing. Case clothes
>before long i heard a noise
>a shrieking in the distance
>somebody, probably my mom, had called the police
>i didn't know whether to cheer or to cry more
>the sound grew closer as the group jumped in surprise
>"DA COPS, DIS NIGGA ACTUALLY CALLD DA COPS"
>many of them dispersed
>i very nearly smiled at the thought of their threats being fallicious
>my mom came out in her nightgown to see the commotion
>she infact hadn't called the cops
>so who did?
>before i could turn to her i saw the reflection once more
>i collapsed instantly
>the blue and red whir now clouded by the black of my vision leaving me
>i heard the faint screams of my mom
>i heard the guy with the machete shout
"DAS WOT U GET NIGGA"
>i tried so hard to lift myself but my hands were weak
last one coming up
Check your living privilege, meatbag
>not posting part 2
I made these
> i woke up in the hospital in utter shock
>i struggled to breathe for the first few seconds due to utter disbelief
>looking over i saw my mom smiling
>a gentle eased smile, one i hadn't seen in too long
>i peered down to see hospital clothes
>and a stub
>a stub where my lower ankle should be
>what the fuck
>what the fuck
>this doesn't make sense i need my legs to walk i need to walk to function
>my mom's smile faded
>i wailed and wailed until my throat grew sore and all i could do as cough
>i frantically shook and violently smashed upon whatever i could
>my foot was basically gone
>my anger was unstoppable
>my sanity at this rate felt un-salvageable
>i could no longer walk
>no longer run
>no longer stand on my own 2 feet
>i would have to be rolled around for the rest of my life
>all because my mom angered one hood scum
>my anger quickly became directed at my mother
>she sat fucking faceless in those orange clothes
>a policeman came into the room, his hand hoisting my mom up from the seat
>as she stood i saw cuffs around her wrists
>what the fuck
>my voice now practically gone i looked up in disbelief, attempting to ask what the fuck was happening
>during the 3 days i was in the hospital my mom had been visited by limp guy once more, seems the cops didn't have any evidence to place him in any way responsible for my "fall"
>in an act of self defense she'd stabbed him through with a kitchen knife
>this is not how i'd wanted it to end
>i would've rather died than seen my mom face such injustice
>here it was though, plain in sight
>how crooked can one system be
>how crooked could one PLACE be
>as she was dragged off i couldn't help but see relief on her face though, and wondered maybe
>she'd be happier in there
>maybe i'd be happier now
>the cop left a set of balloons upon leaving the room
>at least he was courteous
>upon them read the words
>"welcome to detroit"
shit, i might re-read that one animal crossing creepypasta and the godzilla one once it gets closer to halloween
i can't deal with spooky shit at all but its one of my favorite things
Did you ever figure out why you moved to fucking Detroit of all places?
>Re-reading the Godzilla creepypasta
it's pretty good until the melissa shit or whatever the fuck her name was
animal crossing one was dope the whole time tho
>welcome to detroit
Just think how many skeletons there are in the world compared to humans. We are vastly outnumbered.
We're not gonna make it, bros
People here really seem to love the Godzilla one but seriously: It was boring as fuck. It basically was "Oh I remember this game but it makes no sense that this is here" stretched into a much too long story that could have easily been made shorter and more exciting.