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The Suicide of the Magic Blowfish

A blowfish was sad because nobody liked it.
When it was in its normal form, people would laugh at it for being too skinny, so it would inflate to make them like it. Then they'd make fun of it for being fat.
One day, it decided to end it all, so it took a pistol, put it in its mouth, and pulled the trigger.
The gun jammed.
The fish was outraged, so it emptied the gun and reloaded it again. The shot jammed again.
Outraged, the blowfish continued doing this for fifteen years until all that was left was a fish skeleton.
Legend says that this skeleton haunts all aquariums in the world, shooting fish now that the gun works again.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Suicide
Category:Animulz
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:The Title Is A Lie
The Summer of 83

I was coming home very late from a night of hanging out with my friends. I sat at my couch and turned on the TV. It showed an advert for a new The Amazing World of Gumball episode, which made me a bit excited. It was for the Halloween special, which I had seen on TV a couple times already. The strange thing about it was that it said it was coming up next. "Coming up next? It's 2:00 am on a Friday!" I said, remembering that new TAWOG episodes only showed on Monday at 7:30.
There was no flashy title card, just a simple fade effect. It began with Laurence (Larry) explaining The Summer of Eighty Three just as if it was from the episode The Laziest, but in a very scary, depressing tone, like a monster. All the colors on the screen were inverted, even the CN logo. This scared me a bit. The screen was dark, and all you could hear was a heartbeat, the CN logo now gone. Soon afterward, Gumball said, "NOBODY CARES ABOUT THE SUMMER OF EIGHTY THREE!" a little echoed. A horrid scream and a frightening picture of Richard demonically smiling showed on the screen. He talked very slowly and deeply, almost silent. It then showed an inverted picture of Larry smiling, and another scream sounded.
I jumped out of the couch and watched from behind it. It then showed a mirrored title card. The usual music played backwards. It then showed Gumball yelling at his father in a very high pitched voice, the colors on the screen very grainy and strange, as it there was something wrong with my television. Darwin's face began to look deformed, going through many changes. The screen was very dark again, and Darwin said in a very innocent and helpless voice, "Please help me."
He then yelled, "SPIRIT BE GONE! SPIRIT BE GONE! SPIRIT BE GONE! SPIRIT BE-Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The screen then showed Gumball screaming, and literally blowing up in a bloody mess. I screamed, but luckily no one in my house had woken up. It then showed the same inverted picture of Larry smiling, with the same scream from the first time. There was then a little static came from the TV, returning to an Adult Swim program. I sighed and fell asleep, just assuring myself I was seeing things.
It's said that Nicole told Gumball and Darwin NEVER to listen to the story "The Summer of Eighty Three". This is why Gumball didn't want to listen The Summer of Eighty Three in the episode "The Laziest".
If anyone hears the story The Summer of Eighty Three, the person they will be killed in the most terrible and painful way possible. This is what happens when you listen to the story "The Summer of Eighty Three".
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Demins and Debbils
The Super Bowl Hijacking Incident

Guys! I was really excited for the super bowl since last year. So I grabbed my Popcorn and my coca cola this time.
later it started and I eat my food.
While the players in football winning the screen started to glitch and flicker. I thought it was my TV being not connect to the satellite but it still is. checking It was fine until my TV turned off. I open it when a text pop up saying
this event is over already.
I was very confused that the super bowl is live now but I don't know why was it there for some reason. then a new text in the bottom shows up.
don't watch it
this is mean't that I don't wanna see the Super bowl? is it a Alert? No. then it cuts to black and a another text appears.
its happening. its getting more worse. everything is bad. they are trying to trick you.
The strange wave sounds started to hear in the TV's speaker. then the voices also appeared began to say "God No" Repeating again. I was being scared of this crap. I can't. a new message showed.
Please turn it off or else.
what turn it off I said to myself. this is until it shows another text bottom like the previous. this time its messed up. It said
You ended up dead. Forever. In hell. You can't hide. Sorry
the screen went black and stay in 3 minutes. I was bored and Began to watch it on my phone when the TV went back to the Super bowl. Finally! its now back on TV! but I don't know why it appeared on my TV. I talked to everyone on some media but they didn't see it. well I think that the max headroom was very similar to this incident.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:TELAVISHUN
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Shortpasta
The Super Mario Bros. Super Show Incident

The year was 1989. I was around 8 years old at the time. I was always watching cartoons, mostly on Saturday mornings, or, very rarely, in the afternoons after I got home from school. On September 5th, 1989, I was watching some toons on Channel 43 before school, when I caught a commercial. It advertised a show that was based off of the games I played on my NES. It was called, "The Super Mario Bros. Super Show" and it showed famous actor Captain Lou Albano as the Italian plumber himself.
In the commercial, he said, "Holy cannoli, kids! I'm Mario, and I'm tellin' 'ya. If you're not watching The Super Mario Bros. Super Show, you're gonna turn into a Goomba!" At first, I felt confused. Why would he say something like that to a child? As the commercial went on, it advertised some of the characters, while promising, "The Wildest Weekday Fun in the Universe!" Near the end of the commercial, it stated that the show would air on weekday afternoons at 4:00, during Channel 43's Kidsland programming block.
After watching the commercial, my mom helped me pack up for school. As I rode the bus to school, I saw blocks and Toads everywhere I went, although I thought it was a hallucination. Meanwhile, as I was in Math class, I saw Luigi and Mario banging on the windows, telling me to remember 4:00. I slowly got onto the bus back home, and I saw tons of images of the number 4, as if they were telling me to remember it. I came back home at about 3:45. But my consciousness, felt different. It moved my body towards the TV, as if I felt possessed. I slowly grabbed the remote from the table, and turned on the TV. I constantly flipped through channels, until I found it. Channel 43. However, my mind was opposing my consciousness. I didn't want to watch Channel 43. As I had a bad day from school, I lay down on my bed, thinking about what I should do that weekend. However, I looked at my alarm. 4:00 PM, it said. 
I then soon realized why I saw all those Mario characters and the number 4 everywhere I went. But then, my body felt off. I heard Captain Lou Albano's voice, as he kept saying, "You're gonna turn into a Goomba!" over and over again, getting slower and more unsettling each time. I had missed "The Super Mario Bros. Super Show." Slowly, but surely, my body changed. My legs were nonexistent, and were replaced with large brown feet. My mouth started gaining an almost permanent frown, with two large fangs. My eyes became quite large, and I had large, angry eyebrows. My hands? Completely gone. And my body was now a brown blob with a tan body. I had turned into a Goomba. Over the years, I had talked to several doctors about this incident, and so far, they have said there is no antidote or vaccine. So, until a vaccine or antidote is made, I'm stuck as a Goomba, forever...
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Mario
Category:TELAVISHUN
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
The Super Mario Bros Forgotten Episode

Recent claims in no doubt you haven't heard about say that a long-lost but recently discovered "Super Mario Bros." beta tape, discovered in 2004. It was dubbed "Lost Bros." by some of the fans. 7/10 of the contents of the alleged tape is pure static. 9/10 of the contents claim and/or disclaim Mario and Luigi are lost in a surreal void, attempting to find the way out but keep running into extremely difficult obstacles that stand in their path. Viewers of the tape had gone missing under mysterious circumstances, shortly after viewing the tape. The tape was later handed over to the authorities because of rumors that people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to random individuals across the United States. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. The current whereabouts of the tape are not yet clarified. The tape was suspected to be fragmented by the authorities.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Blatant Ripoffs
Category:Mario
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Suicide
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Wall of Text
The Super Mario Massacre

One day, when I was playing Super Mario Bros., something terrible happened. I will tell you the story.
I was looking at my games one day and found a Super Mario Bros. cartridge. I remember quitting this game years ago because I died so many times just on World 1-1. I grabbed it and put it in my NES. When I was playing it again, the first Goomba killed me. I got so upset. The next time, I was able to jump over the Goomba, but then a random tank ran Mario over. I didn't remember this being in the original game. Then I avoided the tank and then Barney the Dinosaur came up to me with a chainsaw. He hit Mario with it, but surprisingly there was no blood. It just showed Mario's normal death screen in the game.
I died over 200 times in world 1-1, but then I got to the flagpole. I jumped to it, but then Spider-Man grabbed Mario with his web and threw him backwards into the stage. It said "Game over" again, but I restarted the level. When I jumped onto the first "?" block, the controller stopped working. Then Mario throws his hat off, and talks about how tired he is of dying, and says that he will come after me. I was terrified now. Then, my NES resets. I put my cartridge back, and watched TV.
I turned on the news and the news lady says "A man has been killed by being jumped on." It sounded like that man was killed by Mario or something. I get a phone call right afterwards. I answer the phone, and I say "hello?" The answerer said "It's a me, Mario! Are you ready to die?" I was freaked out even more now. I hung up because I thought it was a prank call. Then, when I looked out my window, I saw a giant 8-bit Mario. He threw an 8 bit fireball at my house. It destroyed part of my house. The house rubble landed on me, and it really hurt. He thought I was crushed by the rubble and was dead but it just sprained my legs. I stayed under the rubble so Mario wouldn't see me. However there was an opening to the rubble, and I could see what Mario was doing. He was jumping on my neighbors, which crushed them, and threw fireballs at others which turned them into skeletons. After he killed my neighbors, he left my neighborhood.
So 2 weeks after this event, my legs mostly healed, and this massacre was on the news.
I will never play the original Super Mario Bros. again.
Author's note: in real life I will still play Super Mario Bros. forever and I have beaten world 1-1 and the entire game before.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Mario
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
The Supreme Supreme Council

In an effort to strengthen relationships between wikis on Fandom Wikia, I have created a governing body for governing bodies of wikis. Basically, there is to be a Supreme Council to govern all wikis dealing with a certain subject, such as a Supreme Council for video game wikis, one for television wikis, one for fanfiction wikis, and of course, one for creepypasta wikis.
The leader of each Supreme Council reports to the Supreme Supreme Council, which they must consult to make decisions. The Supreme Supreme Council is led by then Supreme Supreme Council Leader, who is currently me.
All wiki bureaucrats must report to their respective Supreme Council and council leaders, who must in turn report to the Supreme Supreme Council, in order to promote and demote admins, ban users, and delete pages. These decisions must be passed on to me for final approval.
Failure to run decisions through the Supreme Council and Supreme Supreme Council will result in your wiki being deleted.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Inside Jokes
Category:Shortpasta
The Sussy DEATH Game

I was sleeping then I woke up and choose to play my favourite console of all time, the PlayStation Entertainment System. When I opened the console though, I was absolutely terrified. I wanted to play Suppa Spaghettio 67 but instead I got another thing...
There was a large, massive, HYPER-REALISTIC, realistic, not pixelated, bloody, scary spooky ad with a knife and blood, and a sussy (baka) imposter. He watched me and told me I was going to die and I was frickin' spooked, so I started pissing my (attractive) pants. The imposter then proceeded to grab me from the TV and then I blacked out. what I saw next was terrifying, I was inside the spaceship, and I saw the imposters and the crewmates. I was inside Among Us. I pissed and shitted my pants to the brim, and then I started doing tasks. I took a nap, and then when I woke up again I was in my room, filled with imposters! I could hear the imposters runnin' and they were coming right at me! I was scared so then I started pissing my damn pants again. I ran away but they reached me and said "time to die ya sussy baka!"
Now that I'm writing this, these are my last moments before fully becoming the sussy baka imposter slave. If you are read this, DON'T PLAY THE SUSSY IMPOSTER CARTDRIGE AT 3 AM WHILE USING A OUIJA BOARD, or you will end up like me!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Memes
Category:Vidya games
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Overused Running Gag
Category:Im died
Category:Shortpasta
The Sweating Issue

Ever since he could remember he had a problem with sweating. As a child, he would be sitting in class when suddenly a strange feeling would overcome him and he would start to uncontrollably sweat. This happened quite a few times.
There are a lot of blocks in his memory, he could not remember much about his childhood. He did not know what kind of government he lived under, he did not know what a continent was, he did not even know what a road was. The only thing that he knew was that somehow he had ended up living in a desert and that whenever he started sweating he had to take cover and hide.
The fact that he had to hide was something that occupied his mind almost all of the time, yet he was afraid to think about how he knew this fact. He tried to remember once, but when he did this he saw an image of a woman standing over him and he felt an intense sadness, a sadness that was so powerful it could not be about anything he knew. He knew that he was in the desert because he could see it out of his window and the desert prevented him from going out of the group of buildings that he found himself in. The group of buildings was all metal and reflective. If you looked at them you might say that they resembled one of the models that space agencies make for off-world colonies.
All of his day was a confused mess. He could barely think about anything he was doing. All of his energy was being depleted in his obsession with hiding from everyone else when he started to sweat. The sweating could begin at any time. Sweat doesn't care what event you are at or who you are with. It will come without a care about your situation or your plans. One time he was at a funeral and he was the only one that did not cry because finding a place to hide was the only thing he thought about. People thought he was strange, and whenever he heard the rumors about himself he wanted to shout, "Just leave it alone! Everything would be fine if you minded your own business!" Of course, he could not say that. Nothing like that would ever be said here. He believed that he was the only one that had thoughts like that. If others thought like him why didn't they talk differently? 
One day he forgot to hide, then they lit him on fire and he died. The end.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Table

This is the story of a table. Nothing much I know but even a table can hold more meaning than anything else.
I had just moved to a new town. It was very small. So small it wasn't even on any maps in the history of the world so not much to do. I forget the name of it now but i remember the table. The table. That fucking small nothing of a fucking table.
I had just started talking to the townspeople when they had told me that they had some of the best antiques in the country. (Like they had ever been out of their tiny town.) So the next day, it was Sunday, I decided to find a store. Maybe even buy a table. I had a very set mind on the type of table as I pulled into the store's parking lot.
I went inside and saw a man behind the counter. I nodded and began to look around. It took me no more than a minute to find that dumb table. When I saw it I knew it would be mine. I picked it up and brought it to the man. He said nothing.
I began to feel uneasy. I had not seen this man in town before. I thought I had already met all the 50 people in the town but apparently not. He waved his hand at me in a gesture meaning I could have it.
"No charge?" I asked. He shook his head. I thanked him and left. As I began to drive home however I glanced back at the table and noticed it was damaged, and the farther I drove the more scratches and nicks I noticed. I got home and left the table in the car thinking I'd return it tomorrow. I went inside and turned on the TV. Knock knock!
I jumped out of my seat. Who would be at my door everyone was in church right now. Knock knock! I went to the door and opened it. There the man was. The man behind the counter. He was holding the table. On it was a note. Written in blood. "I was hit in the head with an axe and died making this table and you don't have the decency to even bring it inside.
I have sold this 4 times since I've been dead and every time it's been brought back the next day. I'm sick of this. You are going to die right now and be forced to sell this table for the rest of your days." I looked up thinking this was the lamest joke I'd ever heard. Then I saw the man's head. There was an axe stuck in it with blood dripping down.
I don't remember what happened next. Hell I can't remember my name, my birthday, or what my voice sounded like. I can remember that day only. I couldn't start selling the table like my killer had said until everyone I had ever met in the town had died. Don't ask me why but it must be some afterlife rule. I'll stay here for the rest of my days selling that table the man had died making. I don't know why I can't pass on the curse like he did. I've killed all the owners and more, but every Sunday I set up shop here and try to sell it without saying a word. So come buy it I may try to kill you but its nothing personal I just don't want to be here anymore. No more of that single evil table.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Cliche Madness
The Take-Out Box

I woke up next to the comforting silhouette of my poutine take-out box. I smile at him silently, and go down to the kitchen for a glass of water. On the kitchen table, my poutine take-out box was staring back at me.
"Poutine?" I call to him tentatively, "weren't you just in my bed a second ago?"
The floor creaked behind me as I remembered that I threw out this take-out box three days ago.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:EVIL FOOD
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Tale of Engravings

It was like any other day. I was browsing le reddit and le 4chan at the same time when I saw a message pop up in skype, It was my homie Engravings Gaming (EngrvsGming). "Come to my stream where I may take your soul and fuck your asshole until you bleed and then I'll drink the blood", said Engravings. Being his best friend in the whole world I thought nothing of it and went into his stream. When I got in the stream there were no viewers at all....although that is normal for an Engravings stream this time it was different as there was hyper-realistic real blood all over the twitch page and a pair of sp00ky eyes in the corner. The stream said "live", but it was completely dark as though he wasn't even streaming.
After talking to myself on the twitch chat for 10 minutes Engravings showed up on the stream. He was shirtless, but something was off. There was a huge penis tattoo on his forehead and he stared at me with hyper-realistic eyes. Engravings then said, "Wut hapen red man" over and over again with increasing volume. The penis tattoo started secreting hyper-realistic bloody cum from its tip and it was oozing out of my keyboard. Engravings then said "u dun fug up now son", and began to emerge from my laptop and flew around my room using the wings on his eagle tattoo. He then began to *unzip dick* right in front of me. It was a sight that I would never forget as his extra small weeny unzipped into a practically microscopic penor. 
After E screamed in my face for 10 hours he showed me a pic of his wife's butt and I blacked out. I woke up the next day perfectly fine, but something was off. Every single show on tv was candle cove and Squidward's suicide with Jessie from Full House starring at me in the background. Then, my mom came in and she was hyper-realistic and so was my dog! "GET BACK!", I screamed at my mother and dog as I jumped out the window.
After running to le Canada I learned the way of the shaolin monk and I learned from daigo on how to unzip my dick to the max. I then was told by my hyper-realistic mom that there was no Engravings I was watching static for 4 years and constantly was saying, 
"The Idn't goin't after the flerd, Do must go'y not, DENT, ohoh fuckmostirdle! And remember, we never had la sacka numba kashalaka *deep voice* hehehehehe" for hours on end. I then (Bug). Dray was there when I (Bug)'d and he flicked a toothpick on the ground and then burst into toothpicks and teleported behind E and le kill him.
THE END
-TenaciousR 1978 <5 NIGHTS AT FREDDY's!!! Bite of 78!! :O
Category:Trollpasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Hyper-realistic
The Tale of James Seder

James Seder is in his bedroom, about to have sex with his wife. "I think I'm going to go for it." He says as he gets up from the bed. James has been married to his wife Helen since they were both teenagers. He start talking dirty, and then he refers to his penis as his 'Seder'. Helen looks at him, and then she kisses him on the lips. She grabs his hand and pulls it towards her body. 
"Come here baby." She says as she starts kissing on his neck. But she stops after realizing after what he called his penis. "I dunno..." 
"Come on, it's just a joke."
"Fine."
She gets onto all fours and starts crawling towards her husband. She then laughs, slaps him in the face, and leaves the room. The next day, James Seder takes his Seder and eats it.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Inside Jokes
Category:Shortpasta